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plot on the amount
Of damage we gon' do in this game, without a doubt Seems like the cloth that were cut from has ran out

And me just bein' me'll

a place like this, I’m just right on the corner 
I’ve never seen a place like this, New York is the corner of my world 


I ain’t feeling I ain’t feeling

to pour shots I'm the captain
Quit with the acting
I was on my way to Manhattan
City life got you feelin live I know
Running after you like I seen the 5' o

like a track meet
Most of you niggas is weird, this shit is crazy

I'm getting this shit by any means, fuck being lazy
High as fuck getting head, I think

That bass is dope
Like I keep saying that bass is dope
I keep telling 'em all
That bass is dope dope dope dope! Ay! Ay!
This is KRS One in full

emotions got me tight inside this blanket
Boy I need the space
I don't think you get it
I feel like you never make up mind
And if you try making it right

Back It Up

Grand Puba

Reel to Reel

1992

man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style
Always on the move, stack papes by

some money to the poor, because I always get more
Take off my black mink and order a drink
My pockets resemble Manhattan bank
So on my big ropes is

really feel the same when they all you see like it better on the east side
But this hometown life too small what I'm tryna to be is something I ain't even

I'm @ her
On a rooftop in Manhattan
This cloth make me feel like Aladdin
Secluded the fashion
Flyer than you could imagine
After party at the mansion

If you have any information concerning this clue
Notify your local police, the FBI
Or Gangbusters at once
Uh, yo
Uh (Gang)

Poor dressing

Fat Freddy's fingers so lazily linger on the ebony and ivory keys
Seduced by a logic fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea
Warm it would

drive drive drive drive
I'm in Manhattan I'm turnt, piped piped piped piped

She need me for ride
Slick want to know what life like
My son was two

on the track, track, track
Yeah, yeah
I'm the rapper
Sometimes I like to rap
And on other days, I'm sad
'Cause I'm Das Cash
Das Cash on da track
At this point,

feels
Fortified by gorgeous lines like my rhymes were behind steel
So even at your worst it's revealed to me as benign zeal
The Mindfield
Yo, welcome

Livin Life as a Rider

Jim Jones

On My Way to Church [Clean]

2004

As I polie on this decent price
Got a causes that want some pies 23 a slice
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world
Manhattan where we kill

a tooth
I'm in the booth I ain't got nothing to lose I just got something to prove
But yeah this is something understood by a man with a vision that was

time you walk by
Like a coke head I put it all on the line 'cause...

Hands to the sky, I swear on my life
I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, we live for

supposed to be this way
I don't know but I like to think I had a good heart
Misunderstood the art of people
Cuz I doodled, stribbled on them and restarted

from Manhattan
Grew up with you niggas but I don't jack it
Ya movin wocky and ya be cappin
You could neva be like me nigga
I was taught to be a savage

on 47th for them jewels

They know well in my city like wells Fargo

I could smell a indictment coming like Pablo in the narcos

This boss shit got me

took it not that long ago
Recording this, it's been slow
The drugs are at its peak
You can't get on your feet
It felt like a movie
But there was no big

this the remix

We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta

this the remix

We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta