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seats
My spot got five hundred square feet
And it cost like three hundred each week
Still can't buy a ticket on seat geek
Wish I could say this

between our feet
We can go any place any space
Here in this fantasy
Let's give our love a try
Felt like we've done this a hundred times but
When you look in

MCF

Cappadonna

The Pillage

1998

Master MC 
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me 
Feet come first, sometimes not the head 
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed 
If you live by

creeper/
She remember when I meet her/
By a bar on Ariapita/
So she dash in meh dm’s like a hundred meter/
She say you’s tha man who could do it right/
We

together, how I'm still getting better
I'm finding more gold as I dig in the dirt with a shovel
I got the last laugh, don't get blown away by the backdraft

Rhyming at hyper speed time is flying by but I'm relieved
Started from the bottom and the back pondering on how I'm gonna rap 
Lot of rappers caught up in

The Lake is my playground
Encased by the mountains and
Walking on fault lines
The target is all mine
I summit to peak and I 
Reap from the gold mine

Hitmaka!
Right now sound
This gon’ be your favorite song

I said ooo yeah 
Feet up to my roof 
Put your ass straight on the moon 
Hit it one time

Some seeds growing 100, 60, 30 yield
Every thought that's from the Spirit's givin' life and peace
But when I'm thinking on the flesh all I reap is death

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

The Folk Collection, Vol. 2

1995

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

two hundred days
And now that I’m back, let’s pack, and run away
Where to go? San Trope?
Really you know me well, that’s so cliché
And the check ain’t

jumping on my feet
Lately I've been so discrete make a song and then repeat
Buy some ciggies down the street lungs feeling heat life on repeat
This my life

two hundred days
cnd now that I'm back, let's pack, and run away
Where to go? San Trope?
Really you know me well, that's so cliché
cnd the check ain't

You blow me away
Like a summer breeze
Looking so fine from your head
To your feet
To my heart
Girl you have the key
Every time you near by me
You

a bumpy ride, now take your seat
And watch your feet, we're about reach
A place where you might need those see
How else will you escape where the demons be

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)

Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)

Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but

to light me on a dock down by the shore
By the light I'd seen that I would never see my home no more
By the light I'd seen that I would never see my home no

A hundred tons in ever load
One never ending road

Yes I'm living in Alberta
miles away from everything I’ve known
Yes I'm living in Alberta
I’m dying to get

A Daughter
Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water

Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper
Hundred Bottles Opened Up
Still Slaggin Opiou
Smokin

far away he thought the baby
Goat would never run home
Few hundred miles to Haskell
There's little chance he could roam
The Captain of Haskell's team

The basement's flooded
With people I don't know
But it's alright cause
I can see the white of your eyes
From a hundred feet away
The clock stops turning
The room

don't gather it pours
Walking by myself with feet of sores
Gazing at the sea of closed doors
My last heartbreak
The last heartbreak
The last my last

fifty feet tall
Where we were headed to we did not know
Into the storm!

I've heard tell of a legend
In waters around these parts
All sailors beware!
Evil