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forget now
Hear the sound of heartbreak loud
Healing by each frequency
Screw yourself and then screw me
The house
The house
The house is burning
I just

i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like

i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like

[Brina] (Jhaz)
New breed of female (The dopest females, know what's I'm sayin'?)
II Tru backdoor house in (II Tru, house), industry put on lock-down

There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro
The house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if

Rated R

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

before they even try to get me
If the enemy tries to mob
Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
Chilled

but baby, move in with me
 
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play 
I want to relax a while

Let's Play House

Michel'le

The Very Best of Death Row

2005

the house
That's right, set it off

Young Daz struck the match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the house, check it out
Speakin'

catch me at my house
Tell em how I bent ya over then I blew the pussy out
Yeah, I be so damn disrespectful
Tell them if they don't like it then I'm here

only see you in my dreams
I can only see you in my dreams...
Music by Rita Tekeyan Lyrics by Rita Tekeyan
Drinking industrial quantities Of thermos heat

I'm like atomic rockets blasting off, I'm diabolic
It's do or die, so what if I admit I'm psychotic
I'm spitting daggers, lyrics are harder than

Reaching for higher bars
Every sentence of mine is evolving

Hard as a nail
And as stable as a table or coffin
Rude by nature
Doing wrong way too often

down 

Brick by brick the flames get higher 
Build it strong with our desire 

Building a house of fire, baby 
Building it with our love 
We are

Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die

My raps cut

I'm the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn't adhere so he disappeared
I'm the lyricist of the year
Injury

need a whole bowl like a rice house 
Colder then the winter with the ice out 
Rite now im smoking writing lyrics in a lighthouse 

I ain't in the mood

cruising down the street with my friends for sure
All those ladies passing by they knows I'm dope
So this is peter I know I'm dope and that's for sure
Dude I

think it's unfortunate
Cut your head off
Use it as a christmas tree ornament
Big bars, yeah, the lyrics
They seem corpulent big bad wolf
I see your house

wanna insert my erection
I'm taking their stomachs to fill em with fondant
I'm turning bionic by filling up on it
Be chugging a fo when I'm running up

So this is for everyone who gives support
Bigging up the lyrics the minute that I hit record
This is for the dumb cunts I never gave a fuck about
Tell

Brooklyn chop house project stoops and angry youths
Could you see what I see? He laughs out of way go by to catch the best sleep
Just suck it till I nut I

My New House

The Fall

This Nation's Saving Grace [Omnibus Edition]

1985

house
Could easily crack a mortal, it

The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan

My New House

The Fall

This Nation's Saving Grace

1985

house
Could easily crack a mortal, it

The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan

My New House

The Fall

This Nation's Saving Grace

1985

house
Could easily crack a mortal, it

The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan