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Wanna chop we tap
Big shhh and i tap'd in
Royles Royce and we tap'd in
I know i know

Ya Ya Ya Ya
Looking more O
Meh King
Got to
Gotchu
My room
Sound For

the next score of days I'm living in a bottle
Dropped a buck-fitty to the city with the
firearm
got this ladies watching, wonderin' if
I'm a charmer
Well

T-U-R-T-L-E Power!

Hit Crew

T-U-R-T-L-E Power! Theme Song

2003

hurry up.  There's no time to waste.
We need help like quick, on the double.
Have pity on the city man it's in trouble.
We need heroes like the Lone

hurry up, there's no time to waste!
We need help, like quick, on the double.
Have pity on the city, man it's in trouble!
We need heroes like the Lone

where young men were sitting down
drinking coffee ´till this brother came in
u could tell by the look at his face
that he had something that he wanted

Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun know
(Sound To Your Mind) (Gotcha)

I'm going in to war mode and that means I'll do what the fuck I wanna (yeah)

Et superni cives gaudeant
De his qui eos
Hoc modo imitantur
 

 
O prelate of the true city
Who in the temple with the finial-stone
Soaring Heavenwards

man. 
I told ya boy, he said he was comin' down there man justÂ…
get on in to it man you know? 
Don't be sittin' around, lookin' like you a clown man,

on my mind
Through my grind I hope that we can grind it out
I just need to find out what this limelight is about
Anxious to prove somebody from my city

that she's more into sniffing
I'm trying to score
So by the morn, I sport a new addiction
Check the sound
Freshest out
Damn I'm feel blessed and proud

To all ya motherfuckers from my home city
If you got something to say say it in my fuckin face
Cuz I'm fed up with shit faces like you all
If you don't

to be a menace
To this city and affect every single citizen's inners
Drills your mind like a dentist and cuts your wrist with the scissors
So when you

the past
Destroyed by haters that thought we wouldn't last
Yeah my mind would leave this place
No limitations I'm in outer space
I will see planets that

sentences
That shit fucked up heavy is the 
Head that wears the crown and I cannot give up yeah I'm what 
My city sounds like gunshots and Siren lights my lil

Three, three, three
Tha matrix (aye)
(owl sounds)
Young solid nigga really molded from the city (Detroit)
Stand up King and my Soldiers rollin' with

eleven ghost writers
Got the red flag bitches you can call me bullfighter
Cummin half an hour late cos i got lost in the vagina
I heard it through

I been on the biggest ride
Yeah I found myself
Cuz I was tryna get by
Like without my self
I tried to meditate the mind
And then rewind myself
For

to blame
By the sound of the streets and the lines I mix my voice in
A preconditioned lapse of validation that somehow evades evaluation
You know I'm

(Got a beat by Chanel)

Do it for Eddie
For Swizzy for Nate and for Nari
Plus the whole city on my back
All the OG's who gave me guns in
The field

Wanna Be Rich

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

Know what I mean?
(A+)
A+
(Yo, how we livin'?)
This is New York City

Ninety-seven Sosa
A to Z up in the spot representin'
Takin' it back from

Masquerade

The Revivalists

City of Sound

2014

tall on a ten foot bicycle
Feeling small when I passed by city hall
I caught a glimpse of the night mayor dressed in black
Taking nips from a flask

I'm the man on the mic
Got something to say
Cause when I rewind or I replay 
On the scenes in my mind
I'm like what can I change
Yeah I've been

I've

is dry

Keeping a steady hand and coloring inside the margins
Simple techniques are how I got started as an artist
Or an artiste if I switch the jargon

the opportunity, knocking my door

Imagination of an eights year old
I feel you by my side
There's flowers in the pavement
To filter out the crime
And I'm an egg