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Albums:

So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · A Guy Is a Guy (Doris Day) · I Don't Feel Like Dancin' [Radio Edit Single] (Scissor Sisters) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Margarita [Radio Edit] (Sleepy Brown) · Radio Edit (Apulanta) – and 90 other albums »


a little luck we might get
An idea of what it is like
To get famous as Hawaii bums
Kind of sounds like I've played this before
Not this film edit, sure
Hustlers on a roll, like they got a million
Girls in the strap and you know that
You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap
But you can't,
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
Diamonds in the face of nighttime
Watch them as they float along
I was up there floating with them
And you know that I was gone
The radio sings
Thorpe
How can I put it? It's like my video footage
Hard to edit my niggaz that never understood it

I'm too impulsive my dosage it's hard for you nigga
put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
Attack when you least notice through
the Executioner

Spit with a crucifix
So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex
Get used to it
Get used to wisdom

Get used to usage
Shoulders, Louis V bag and a chip on it, chip on it
Rah, Kano sounds sick on it, sick on it
Send for the dock like hickory, dickory
This ain't no Trey
like assholes, not everybody fecal matter
So they straining to push it out, put they foot in their mouth
That's when I'm letting the Brooklyn out when
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
[Imani]
"None of that's true" 
We do it not you 
That' why I got you 
Stuck on 
To my style like glue! 
The crew 
Definitely is back again
hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
It's always your own peoples
Sometimes it's your own peoples yo
Yeah
hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
It's always your own peoples
Sometimes it's your own peoples yo
Yeah
a little older, wiser, candid, 
I reminisce on the 50 years song
it's kinda wild how I took it for granted 
that I would even live that long
but if today
What's the deally yo? 
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones 

Yeah (I like that) 
Squeeze the juice outta the headphones 
Yo, yo yo
wit' j
But don't forget the gining
And then I go show my rings
And my fake gold chain
(edit)grab the nine like I'm off soul train
But I wait
Let them
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
but say no more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo.
To the dirt, and edit the clip and lost Kano.
My mens wear problems like Timbs.
See it all
Baby
I'm Kaliko-ala, I like that pu-wah-wah
She let me do what I want to her, then I'm through with her
I never smooch with her, see I'm the gooch
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
petty and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life

This is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out
sounds

(verse two: you-god/Golden Arms)
Subject to sing like the slasher slither
Better through a guy's status
Apparatus tied to your liver
Melon in