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to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!

that shit, you know how I feel? Yo

[chorus: Nas with Boyz II Men]
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean

in God yeah I'm waiting
Work my craft like everyday I ain't ever complacent
When the time is right you men won't escape seeing my face and
I'm like

of not hatin', I'm alarmed by it
I'm appalled lately, did they work, but the fuckin' dog ate it
Got the dog in me, let me park by the crib
No park by

a friend who falling off
An it’s sad ain’t it
Your songs are mad tainted
You sounding mad ancient
I see you mad anxious
I got a bad case of
Believing we can

down they couldn't break a bone

Eyes on the cross not on your best friend
Eyes on the Lord not on your Reverend
Not on your works or your strength

yuh song
The one from the album wah name day one
Cyah complain haffi give thanks fi the likkle yah man
And by the way mummy good dwag
Still miserable

picked up a new job while writing this album. it pays worse than the last. life's cutting me like grass. it didn't work out too many times but it's all

Uh
Uh (yeah)
Yeah
Get 'em

Iron lung, iron skin
Pretty Tony, we iron men
C.R.E.A.M., chocolate deluxe
Loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't

do... Work Your Body
What We Gonna do... Touch Somebody
(Tell a Friend)
And if We do... Don't tell Nobody
( If U don't like it tell me haha...
Work your

took a dime
Made beats for your albums
Ghostwriting on your rhymes, unh
Didn't I scream 116? Unashamed in my faith
Taking worldwide trips?
Didn't I win

Hip Hop

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith [Clean]

1995

friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends 

that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz 
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about

by sight
If I'm with You. I can't lose
You got something waiting just for me
I deserve to be loved
I can't settle just for anything 

Many men be

men
And we stand as ten

Come as I am a broken man ready for correction
Guided by the hand Yah keep my friends connected
Surrounded by the light of its

(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)

You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried

and outlaws
Police na your frnd? we are Been killed by Force men in uniforms
Dem no dey protect citizens, na Only political convoys
Siren dey politician car,

ten
All I had was my trap friends
Sell work then I stack tens
Now I'm feeding my Nguni goons
And they fully true to this little dude
And we finna scoop

Whatever happened to genuine men treating women like people not sluts with a butt?
Whatever happened to genuine women who don't want to really

begging drop the album stop giving singles
'Cause I steal the show like Friends did to Living Single
But I'm underhype still I'm gunning right
For

I sit and think to myself
Is what I wanna say to be true
But I rather cut back vent and smoke
Think about my future
As time fly pass
Day by day or by

empty pocket, empty stomach men taught me lessons
I play hard, pray harder and remember Momma say....

Son...work hard for what you want
Be contented with

the album, now you born again
Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin
Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead
I hang

Poet Laureate

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls