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shit
I never help a bitch
Cuz they gon prolly let ya down
And leave you wonderin
How could you be so foolish
Shit protect your inner peace
Cuz it'll

?

Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget

the cornrows
We got da club getting loose off of ambrosia juice
We den poured 'fore we walked in the door
You know we stay lit like 4th July coals
Big money all

Picture me rapping on acoustic guitar
For a hostile crowd at a traditional blues bar
Redneck in the crowd said keep it up you're gonna get it
But

an illusion
A fear tactic to keep you from moving
Don't just be influenced
Without knowing what you doing
No lines ever draw
Sketch ya path
Fuck 'em all!
Fuckin

to take me out of my element
Nine milli my best friend
Lil’ nigga you better K.I.M.
Things ain’t what they seem here
Too many shattered dreams here
Trying

nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states

Step Off

The Sugarhill Gang

The Greatest Hits [Sequel]

2000

street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in

Step Off

Grandmaster Flash

Grandmaster Flash Vs. the Sugarhill Gang

1997

street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in

music,
Banger warning
Sending love to bros
Plus fuck the opps
U better open doors when u hearing knocks
Always elegant, found a smart way for going dumb

time
I need to calm down
You sitting next to me just hearing
Loons singing their song out
Followed by pure silence
Which truly was a raw sound

I'm in

n****s
It's over whenever we get to the mobbing
Notice you locked, until they get to poppin
Breaking the door down
I'm through with the knockin, give em no

and wrong
And share with me: do you owe that kid a song?
Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version
And the guilt that made age sixteen worse

Lewis and Clark

C.W. McCall

Black Bear Road

1975

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,

to yourself and you throw down your hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that

24 Hours to Live

DJ Lt. Dan/DMX

Fed Up and Movin On

2007

eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed

the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction
Eyes

my legs
You couldn't understand me even if you stand under me 'cause I'm up by a lot
I never made a plan B, I just went straight to the point like

Can you hold the door for me please?

Girl 2:
Thanks!

Girl 1:
No Worries

Girl 2:
Come on doors close...Sorry I’m in a hurry!

Girl 1:
What floor

months and months I've sat here without sun
Dying on the inside, this guilt within
I've decided it's time to learn to breathe again
Because it's one thing

months and months I've sat here without sun
Dying on the inside, this guilt within
I've decided it's time to learn to breathe again
Because it's one thing

Young Weezy Baby!
Aagghhhwooo!
She Got Her Bags By The Door Nob
Ok Be Cool Wait Baby Slow Down
Dont Walk Out Of That Door
Ooooh
I Dun Made Her Past

ship went down"

Smith's plan began to work as foretold
This weird music began to take hold
That sparked an interest in these forms
Of life underground

(whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same