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I'm sending him a 4 page letter
And I enclosed it with a kiss
And when I write him he better get it on time (oh I'm writin' you)

I'm writing you
Some people make music for a moment
I make music for a lifetime
And now that you tuned into the frequency 
I'd like welcome you
I go by the name
to you.
He's, he's from um, the Czech Republic.
And I wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because he's just amazing. And he wrote one
I smile as I'm writing this world is still asleep
And it's just me and the sun
And we're conversing for a while
Now it's..
Baby, by the time you get this letter
I'll be gone
But I left something for you on the pillow
Put this tape in
Press play
I love you
Cast me aside, I'm not the picture you want on your wall. But where it counts the most, I know for sure, I've given it my all. My heart creates this
This is not a love song and it serves no use
But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse
It might make you feel better and it's good for
quite as beautiful as music

To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings
To control your own, you gotta burn your strings
To hit blackjack, you gotta
and drugs, you know they don't mix
Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix
So be careful, 'cause that shit's out there
It's a 4-letter word that you
are, no matter who you are 


Brand Nubian cats spread 

Verse Three: Lord Jamar 

A four-letter word seldom heard
that you're likin' the flow 
But it's only so you could know that 
God I'm writing it for let's go

After the show, after the set
After the music
in your rhythm
My head is swimming
This place is filled with smoke and women
You told me that the music couldn't be much phatter
I said I got
Deliverin, I'll deliver and give ya
Whatcha been waitin (one two three) for/four
This, is the gift of the gab
That I had when I came out the lab
no American flag over my hearse 

What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks 
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks 

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la (to whom it may concern)

[Verse II]
Dear Slim I never wrote you or been calling
This is my 2nd letter
could be worth anything
Can you help me KJ from your fan

I'm writing this letter
Cause I have to tell ya
I need some help from you
I'm writing this
[Dolly Wilson]
Chorus (4x)
My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah 

This right here is for all the girls 
who i used to talk to who didn't amount to be shit
hair whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help matters
Thanking you for your kindness
I remain, your Gobnait

Day Four
Dear Nuala,
You mustn't
writing/recording session, "By far, that's the most fun I've ever had in the studio!" This was also recorded at Kevin's in April of '97 and was written and recorded
Second week in July, I think ehm, Tuesday the 10th
Around 4 p.m. with this bitch named Kim
She wasn't all that in the face but she had her own place
you perform
One receives an obligation
Sort of a weight on their shoulders
To speak messages
Truthful in a positive order
Not all eyes but some eyes
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
makin' it by
But still they workin' all they live, they pushin' for the light
Givin' everything they got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike's
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday

Do one thing every day that scares you, sing
Don't be reckless with other peoples'