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the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
shot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips

And it ain't no tellin' what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop vests cop one for your mother too
of dandelion wine (burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(haven't you got a light boy? )
"here, where do
got near
Posted at you at the bar and whispered in your ear:
Hey, Ms. Lady (Radio edit) Got you from a crush
She said, she ain't a groupie chick
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
and milliseconds
PLay the wrong video-edit, do you like Puff did it
Go to court get the charges acquitted
Muh'fucka like O.J., muh'fucka like no wins
Yeah, you know
mouth up off of it
I said just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick
You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick
When I hold my privates
by my side
I know I'll always do right
We'll never give up the fight
Cause we got time time time time

So hold on, hold tight
This meeting's adjourned
'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips

And it ain't no tellin' what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop vests cop one for your mother too
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh, like I'm still
to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
of diamonds
Drivin' with my leg out of my sunroof whilin'
Watchin' those right turns
They want me to by groceries and hosieries
Plus the want to know the Deez,
me? Lucky 
As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely 
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat 
You're black,
type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
we're gonna do

Over at the lake and down by the river
You can feel it start to rise
Wanna jump in my car, go wherever you are
'Cause I need you by my
Necktie
Whatever the fuck you do, just get out the place
I got some shit to blow, that's my right off in your face

I want to fuck, drink beer,
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in
Where you at? 
I'm out here in South Park Village 
Stay right there, I'll be right on 
C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main 

Jay called
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
it seriously or you can think it's funny

By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"