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I'm off the roof boss off the crew
If I take a loss you're taking two
I'm taking names that spells trouble for you
That went over your head make it

THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO LEARN
LET'S GROOVE, LET'S GROOVE
IF YOU'RE IN YOUR SEAT, CMON & PAT YOUR FEET
LET'S GROOVE

LET'S GROOVE 

USE ANY PART OF YOUR

different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper

spending an evening by the fireplace,
Thinking about leaping into it, leaping into it.

I also like to drink alone
And watch Meat Loaf and Pat Benatar

Guest List

7L & Esoteric

The Soul Purpose

2001

to explode, 
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now, 
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this

Cacophony on Reaves Drive, horns out in the hall
Stallions twitch in the kitchen, Betty Pages play the wall
There's powder in your pocket--feel it

I don't get mad if I'm the one you're sleeping on
My burner hot, I let my desert get it's eagle on
And since I rap, it's only right I put my people

cat, I hope it lets you pat it
I hope you watch your favourite programme on the television
I hope your favourite nemesis gets s*** on by a passing pigeon

It seems heartless there's no pit or pat on the turf
And that's the worst sets the youth to a cruch like this
Give you a rush like this
Me and my ones

out by the night
In the morning, everything felt out of sight
They ain't have ambition, so I had to catch a flight
They so negative, they see the world

the sun go?
We're too late to make the village
We'll have to rough it tonight
There's a tiger on the prowl
And he's setting the birds all aflutter
Don't let

Super Friends

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

really know how
And the super friends better look the fuck out
All my Super friends where you at? 
Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat
None of you really ever had my

Listen Up

Erule

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

true, pull no stunts on the crew or you're through
That's a fact, future knack flung by the tongue
Hark to what the God brung, listen up

Flip I'm

position, you act like there’s no light in town
I’m hiding my bills so come pat my pockets down


Beggar, beggar beggar
Beggar, beggar, beggar
No sweat to me

Started off at a party
On a slow dance song

Said you're gonna cover me
So I played along
Whisper in my ear
And then it was on

When you asked me
And you

me hand cuffed, shackles on my legs

Time to man up, do the crime put your hands up

Pat 'em down

Surrounded by killers, ain't no heaven to be found

great 
Try what I try, theres a lot on the plate 
Bye, bye, bye 
N Sync I'm me 
Nice try lil bitch, no shame gg 
This shit too fire, say Pat OP
Kid grew

there wouldn't be no pageant
Wouldn't miss America, ex-pat it
No next gadget, start up patent
Ads get smart, it's target practice
Our demographics

You ponder yourself the conflicting elf or the nearest burning star
You try counting to infinity by pats but it only gets you so far
Ooh, ah

sitting here crazy
Or are you driving me there
Am I yo ms daisy
Then we probably won't pair
To be honest I'm scared
I've been vulnerable here
I feel like

a fat sack of it
I got real niggas backing it
Dressed in all black like Africans
On attack they throw bullets like javelins
Hit you in your abdomen
You're

I'll murder the beat but it's murdering me
Setting the oven 350 degrees
Eating the dough right out of the freeze
Hand in the cookie jar caught by

of story didn't take it to the Major league 
Feel like I let them down 
People who had faith in me Opportunities pass Me by 
Couldn't wait to leave
Hot

ride than the 80s
I just said, I'll run the stage
If you got a kid, you're gonna need me

Save the few little niggas by bullying
Oh, I see you, I see me