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It's Your World

R. Kelly

JHUD

2014

your dreams come true
No matter what it is, yeah say what it is
And I will do it for you
I'll walk a mile, I'll swim the Nile, I'll vow
Sink my

the flashy image
Just gimme Grammys
One for every single hit I'm giving
Turn your radio on, you hear the record spinning 
I'm like the new Miles Davis, you see

gimme Grammys
One for every single hit I’m giving
Turn your radio on, you hear the record spinning
I’m like the new Miles Davis, you see the leg limping

Back in the Day

Hank Crawford

The World of Hank Crawford

2000

Back in the day, back in the day

Oh yeah

Y'all remember back in the day, you dig
Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, Miles Davis, Ella Fitzgerald

Yeah

Runnin'

The Game

Against Everything

2008

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

love
That this is everything I love
That this is everything I love

I would love to have a weekend getaway
We plan in the bay
Drink, chill, stay no drama

graces
& the flow is just wild dangerous
I been the shit like foul language
In a coupe bumping Miles Davis
Point getting money you can't save it
Lot

She just wants a man who rough and raw
Like Miles Davis
I just want a bitch who give good head
And can sing like Mavis
Staples on the low you know we

'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out

DEVIN:
Hello Hollywood, I’m Devin Davis live at a local newsstand that is experiencing a stampede of young women that the world is now calling

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

They tried to kill the King,
But you can’t kill me,
Bitches calling me handsome, I would have to agree,
It is in my D-N-A, I am bound to succeed,

Guess it's hard to hear a heart break 
Six 
hundred miles away

VERSE 2
I still go down that road that goes by your house
To see if maybe you came back

Austin's just your kind of town
Well, I've been to Amarillo, San Antone, and Mexico
When my eyes see Texas skies, I don't have far to go
I've seen miles

you wanna get it you gon' have to run it back (Mmm)
Like a running back (Mmm)
Wanna hear wack rap gon' get your money back (Mmm)
Get refunded (Me?) I

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

you is enough

Thought I’d tell you

Boy, I’m in love with you


By your side through thick and thin

A love like ours will never end

Thought I’d tell

They get everything they want and
They just call daddy and I'll have
It to them by the morning
I'm a young paid nigga, got it made nigga
Not bad, I quit

got hard and I fucked off your lashes
Everything real, I got my gold veneers added
Motherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek
If your love was

or hate I don't have more feelings
Reach the sky
And move past that ceiling
Lay some chicks up in the back and call it "hatchback seating" how many miles

buzz is just noise, straight up
4 EP's on the, low, and
I stretch my soul just to reach my goal
Lit by the Weezy flow, but
Don't look at me now, this

'til the cup is overflowin'
Leeroy Jenkins in this bitch how I go in
Gotta have it now or I'm done by 30
Been sayin' I flopped nah I been movin' slow

is a given 
And the evidence of your influence may be hidden 
But I promise, the children are stepping in your footprints 
The same way that you

've had what all these rappers
Keep on wishing they got
Know you think your girl is bad
Alright she's at the top
But that was just the Borat in me
I was