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I'm adding up my lyrics the same
Watch it
I'm just bout to strip it down
And if the sound good
Imma make every line pop
Like a Gidi sound should

turn night yeah
It's a fixed rate over my lyric's
This negas fixate
I don't give a damn about ya mixtape
I'm trying to get my shit straight
No time spam

the dynamics in this business
Yeah
I hear them following the flows
The lyrics, and the cadence, facts
They using the mirror, so flattering
Bad gal, unorthodox

other nigga
I don't even give a fuck
Because karma gonna get you
In time
Hollup, be quiet
And listen to these melodies
My lyrics spoken so heavenly
It was

argh me flow mean
And you know them lyrics tighter than them emo jeans
Get all these lame kids I'm back and they ruin with that flow
Hit them with that

conversations on the meaning behind all these things
Nuances often missed by me
I can be who I wanna
I tell **** never be me and thats okay
He can be even better

bullshitting
Just pay attention to the lyrics that I'm spitting
It's nothing but game
Side Show the one to blame 
For the crime rate
Side Show the one to blame

of me I vomit lyrics til I hit the nth degree, please

I hit these people with a brand new flow, a funky riddim 
And the lyrics so sharp, might cut ya

6 the doctor 9
No see in a long time
Two months have gone by
Didn't drop some rhymes
But now we're back
Back on the track
There is no lack of rap

tell you where you have to go
We're stuck inside the silence silo

A fifty foot tower, surrounded by clouds
It's tall and cylindrical, but empty somehow

that for sure
I’m trynna see if fans feelin my vibes and do they want more
Uh-huh
Yea Ima turn it up
I’ve been speaking by Myself for a min huh
Freshman

description to the past is turn yo head n its a  roach right by yo face
Now it's my time to set the stage
This beat and my voice nigga I just sparked a flame

then
This doodads, who made, by jove that's grave
Astute elementary, good enough for jazz
And that's a nice a dress you penurious ass
Don't get all

one
Fuck anybody, everybody
Trying to keep Me from my Money
They ask how I feel about it
How do I deal with the anxiety
That's handed by damn society

It's hard to do
When I'm feeling invincible
When I am making a song of principle
Lyrics are gold in it is owned by me
'Cause I wrote it
Like a boss

I

them Pistons
If you ain't got a Bad Boy, you don't know what you're missing
By bad I mean Bless And Divine, don't get it twisted
See I'm a spiritual rock

I was on my last straw (ah)
Patience got me waiting for too long (ah)
Now I'm sitting here writing lyrics for my new song (ah)
Trynna hold on to my

There you go: fresh lyrics, fresh song
Just the little snag's back - usually I throw most lyrics in the trash
Instead of trying the way to make them

bill 
Word Up no doubt
Kash Dinero greenbacks and chips 
the only way you get them is by keeping the crowd 
on the dance floor and moving their hips, 
so

exclaim, we immigrants are uncouth! 
“Boycott” - TV Series / Stage Play - Lyrics - 2nd Round Music - “Step Aside” 
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V12 Fanny 
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Someone			Music & Lyrics by Louise Van Aarsen  2009			

Louise Van Aarsen, vocals/Doug Hammer, piano/Peter Kontrimas, bass/Claudio Ragazzi,

trying to talk to me
You'd swear I'm speaking Parseltongue
I'm an original that you'll find once in a blue moon
My lyrics hit you harder than when you down

Went from trapping in the rain
To fill my lyrics up with pain
Tired of being sum that I ain't
I just wanna know if you gon be there when it rains

Spiritual lyrics
I'm spitting faith
Just wait
Bet I shine
Lyrically divine
In my eyes
See the struggle
The truth
No lies
Gotta get by
You never know
Gotta try