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The Jack Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

"In this country a man's home is his castle"

I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that

The Magnificent Tree

Hooverphonic

The Magnificent Tree

2000

jumped from
The highest shelf
Until I touched string 12
This magnificent tree
Appeared in my mind
Even without leaves
ITS strength was divine

the tree in fall, cause they can’t breathe in autumn
[00:43.48] & what they do? Put us in piles and put us in bags
[00:45.94] Throw us away, like we was

Rapping and Listening[00:23.79]To Nas, DMX, Gangstarr and Mob Deep[00:26.03]Naughty By Nature, yeah you can call me[00:27.97]I mean[00:29.26]I grew up

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself to that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

Long as I don't have

Trynna find a way under the mistletoes
Can't seem to find the right time to ask you to come back home
Laying in my bed, feeling cold and alone

Dealers & Colors In My Hair Like I'm Willow
None cround Dizzy Wright Volume Funk
Rolling Spliffs, Working & Coming Up
12 Followed Me For Your Hit & Run
I

you peaked
After high school, you value decreased
By the end of this shit imma have you deceased

You bought an Xbox for the guys in your room
After

the suits
With the cash

I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as slick as I can

Cruising dogs in that Monte Carlo
Cruising 12 pull up on the other side
Cruising I'm a continue to ride
Cruising go ahead let em drive by
Riding slow baby

niggas to death
I wear a size 12, know i step
Tryna put one of you fuck niggas under my belt
One deep with 15 by myself
Tryna play, I'ma shoot like half

of me,[01:33.32]LongLiveYungJeff, in my face[01:34.34]Poppin shit by myself, I'm goin' off faith[01:35.90]Super-duper tripped up, I'm gettin' paid[01:37.84]Poppin shit by myself I'm

P

Tyler, the Creator

The OF Tape, Vol. 2

2012

Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking

Pullin up in an all black coupe
Windows tinted so yo ass cant see through
Got these niggas wondering what he gon do
Can't let they ass know my next

helping out bitches
You all been barking up the wrong tree don't you see?
Winning the team that I lead
Never are we coming last up in any division
And throw

condition"
It was the mother of the boy
They think she had been drinking
The scene on the screen looked grimy
A white Jetta bisected by a pine tree
In

Yay Deep

B-Legit

Southwest Riders

1997

el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from

commanded him not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
That was the Word of God and failing to abide 
By that command would prove to be lethal

how to bend, break, or fold
Can't be me. I'm not fragile
Living by a code
Won't break that shit for nobody
I'm a bad boy
Not Diddy, and not no Mike

been black, ain't no hope in here
And we been let down by who's supposed to care
Me and Steven, gull wings, see those is rare
Ain't no Tonys in my

Khalifa
Hollow tips hot like a fever
You need me more than I need you
Peanut butter inside like Reese
At granny crib, sitting by the peach tree
This getting

God, The Moon God, The Fire God Are All In His Refuge.
The Dust Produced By His Dancing Feet Colours The Sky.
The Huge Serpent-King Looks Like

I tie you to an elm tree
Cut you from head to toe like you're living your life in nightmare on elm street
Then curb stomp your face and smash out like

know that i steady be smooth

See em tryna hate, tryna study my moves


Smokin a tree in a tree in shri lanka

I got my tribe wit me homie dont try us