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Who got bars for that nigga that's on Mars? Flow is
So out this world, I'ma shooting star
Crash into the game, all my pain taught me how to sing
But

steps up to guard him
Placing his hand on Clark’s side to
Telegraph his movements clark crosses him
Drives and lays the ball up
Winning the game

Clark:

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

it's fine by me
Same game, playin' hide and seek
If I just shot two packs on the side
Someone told me why all the eyes on me
True say, got the nine

guns en ik cruise 
Draag die Thompson noem me Tom cruise
Heb die green 
Ben op groen hulk smash
Lijkt wel op Bruce 
Voel me net Muhammad Ali 
Bob en

left back
When I said I wanted to rap they gave me a look with disgust (Ugh)
Now look at where they at I see me behind in the dust (Woo!)
They miss old

the docks
And the slickest pair of Tom Ford socks
I meant the sickest pair of Jaevonn socks
Y’all bob ya head and imma let chorus rock

I see joy thru my

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John

but now I'm on some new shit

I ain't playing with 'em I'm just stepping up my game
I'm a ball hard and the team do the same
Snatch a young bitch yeah

back to the old school?
Vinyl that bitch fuck a Pro Tools
Man I been moved on she is old news
Reminiscing still thinking bout' my old crew
Man can we

a collar
Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar
Top shotta, skrrr right by ya
Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari
No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley
Ohh

goals
You rentin' out a casa
I cop Picasos
Shoes by Tom, suede wit pecan soles
I ain't talkin bout the Toms, boy I'm talkin Tom Ford
And You went

Killing it sound like a oozie
Dope is you dealing get hit in your cuji
Scheming by taking your room keys
She down cause your chick is a groupie
Ever been

Good God Almighty like back in
The old days you know, years ago
They had the A&R men to
Tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether

Put some respect on my name, and put some respect on my game
They tryna test me like I'm Johnny, they tryna take out my flame 
Put some respect on my

beat go
I'm B.O.B. in beast mode
I'm the boss you just can't beat
Even if you got them cheat codes
Yeah I got that mean flow
Where I be my team go
I ball

I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame

When the child

Killshot

Eminem

Killshot

2018

yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still

on the road
Searching for the dragon balls
They got to get it
That special beam make 'em go
Make 'em sing like a piccolo
I'm chilling on the island
Me and Roshi

one like me
With bigger balls,

Gen Z ain't scared, shady's over his head,
Now watch me steal his show,

Never claimed to be a rap expert
Who told you

ain’t boning no fish
On my mama I should’ve been blew Color of the Benz blue
Don’t fuck with them old hundreds nigga like his Bens blue
Bad bitch sitting

this thing apart
Like them dirty ass gym socks

Hot paroled though bro
Fuck probation
And fuck the waiting
Spit game this kid going to rape it
Ain't none

Empire State of Mind

Jay-Z

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (November 2009)

(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams

Bone
And I Need Maxwell
Good Pain In Da Road
Jump To A Dealer
Me Dad Wid Da Old
I Need Weeked
Cause I Waste It On Da Road

Yer
[Bridge:]
Kick Ball
Kick