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painting art girl
And I, if I can make you with a magic wand
I will make you no other got away

And who's made by the maker of love?
You was made by
Gray-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined
Grandpa was a man of few words
He had a way of not wanting to say
Any more than he thought would
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger, 
I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat
sure was grand

He married a girl from down the street
Built her a house down by a creek
One girl, two boys, five mouths to feed
Paul brown petty
yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between the lines
Then
to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between
to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between
God knows why why why why why

Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey,
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[Boots]
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered 
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad 
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here
[Nas talking]
"Unauthorized biography of Rakim. Epilogue: Mother was
A jazz singer. Nephew to R & B legend Ruth Brown
Discography: Paid In Full,
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
[unknown singer]
Love is like water, flowin, flowin every which way
When you think it's flown one direction
It does, it does go the other
they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky

By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body
They're
Selling postcards
Of the hanging
They're painting
The passports brown
The beauty parlor
Is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
way
I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you
And as long, as you keep
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered 
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad 
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
how to love and give all praises to our maker till the earth fall,
Then mama married a muslim when I was 12 and that transition was the worst y'all,
I
Nah, we ain't goin 
I love bein hated, it great it
Let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way
I wouldn't trade it for the world
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
curves that sway when you walk
You entice me girl just by the way you talk

[Chorus: ]

Well I'm Rome JD and I have learned
Fly girl is a name that
the Black Boogey Man 
Manic mad musician, maker of noise 
That's jocked, by your homeboys 
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around