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Uh
Uh
Aye
They want me to chill
But I cannot chill
Forreal
You do not know how that shit feels
To be doubted
That fake shit
Keep me from around it
My

not to look
But it's you I'm seeing

The dotted lines I'm passing
Up in the middle of the road
They're like a metronome

My backing band is playing
They

weasels in your sack then set them free

cnd every time I think I've got the answer
Well then someone comes along to tell me that I'm wrong
It's not enough

calling you
When they need you the most but not enough
You're the one to see it done
When they shower you with praise and honor you
You're the last to see

today, Satan, take it away
There's not a thing you could do or
Say to get in my way ‘Cause I'm flying high
And I'm on top of the world
I got a brand-new

Bacon Fat

Doug Sahm

Son of San Antonio: The Roots of Sir Douglas

2001

While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em

keep slowing me
OMG OMG
6J, thuggin with the glove
Never switch up on my dog
I'm not a mutt
Called my bitch cuz I dropped the blunt
I know it's some

you heard was silence
Sound the alarm get ready for some violence
I’m fly like a choppa but I’m not a pilot
I cut it and slice it chop it up and dice it

motherfucker

See you a member that's plugged
Two had enough for the hustle
Warring  in cases
Haunted by all the faces

Bumping heads with them racists
Shocked

love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my

the house
I know what I'm missin' so give me not nothin' but rifle and missilin'
Darkest ideas and fears, no tears
I'm gettin' it cleared, pray about my

not on my back
No, I'm not on my back
Recline to upright
But I'm not on my back

And I'm only obsessed with my compulsions
Strangely enough

And I just

consistent
Even if you really love somebody
You might not show it or show it enough
And they might feel like you don't really love them
Shit
And you just

Pathetic weasels waiting for the second
I begin to feel weak
These nights are getting colder
And I can barely sleep
Sometimes I find solace
Knowing it's not

the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
Brutally

Better part of, fed up never let it stop

Wouldnta, shouldnta couldnta, but I said it

Bet it, credit reject, pull the cards out, put my all in

by, when we’re descended from kings, when we’re de
Scended from kings, when we’re descended from kings
It’s not enough to be good, when we’re descended

I'm too high I'm too fly
I'm that guy yes I
Turned up off my greens Popeye
Might fly a bitch to HP to go to Parkside
Welcome to my side
No its not

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

Hip Hop Forever

1998

Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one why'all. 
 We going to swing it like this... 
 I'm right in front of my front

like a dummies
B.I.G RIP to my king
Its crazy cause you know youre a joke
Youre a broke youre not dope
Smokin in the club, pourin money Criminal
Crime

hot
All I can catch is fleas
God, help me if it's not!
Somebody help me, please ...

Newsies:
If I hate the headlines
I'll make up the headline
And I'll

Half-wit's rock with the not so Pavlov
Ah break a player into polygons
It ain't fair it's a jobby job
Another pet rock death to the
Shipwreck sweat box,

a little time to think
Speeding down this memory lane
Rushing by, ignoring every sign
If I could change, would I do the same?

My mind can't take the strain

enough
I'm not good enough
I'm not good enough
Now I'm thinking to myself what's the point of it
Cause you went M.I.A
But I feel like I wanna be K.I.A
I'm