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My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls

Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,

When 16 ain't enough

It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How

forward
Away from the heat of that flame
– Miles Davis

There are two ways of dealing with fear one
Passive, the other active in
The passive mode
We seek

Nishnabotna

C.W. McCall

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up

R.A.P. Music

Killer Mike

R.A.P. Music

2012

Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too

This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is

and boats
Streaming Hilda or Bojack Horseman
Give me a free copy of Bill Cosby's autobiography
Cause to charge is a crime
Richard Pryor, Miles Davis, Jimi

Gillespie
Miles Davis John Coltrane Eric Dolphy
Sun-Ra orchestra, Charles Mingus, Ahmad Jamal
Milt Jack, Westmont, Herbie Han cannonball
Buddy Guy, Muddy

the bed
Switched to Miles Davis, dream about trumpet
I take Aretha over Dylan
D'angelo over the Billy Joel
Lil uzi vert over the Beatles

First rap song I

time, for what?
They'll never stop this shit by making it hard to come by, uh

Let me paint a picture of what I see
Turn reality into a dream
No more

to getting high daily 
Writing fire phrases
Going hay wire
Walking Miles
Like I'm miles Davis 
When's my sound playing 
No mistaking 
Stakes is high my style

Davis Miles ej
Raczej Vince Carter niż Frederick Weiss ej

Baunsuj ta
Całkiem to fajne więc nie splamię tego refrenem
Może zamiast damy gitarkę
Może

Puffy & Mase
Juelz & Cam
Miles Davis and Sam
They slept on us like a futon
Now we all over the green like a crouton
Smelling my own shit 
Head bigger than

woman watching over her dying mother
Who has been struck by the bullet
Of famine the daughter tells
Me about the journey to Mogadishu a
200-mile trek

Seven thousand miles away
Skipping stones on a beach
I could prolly touch ya mind if i decided to reach
Sittin wit a Greek thing catchin rays