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Ask me if I had it all wouldn't get into this rap shit
Ball till you fall or you ain't end up with them true hits
Grinding off on beats and fucking

I grabbed them blues I'm anxious 
My girl armed and dangerous 
She hit my gas and fainted 
Her face I'm a leave it painted 
It ain't no astrix by my

Kazo
How many times I'm gon' tell you
It's Kazo not Kazo
My whip is biturbo
My girl is bisexual and she is bilingual
You all by yourself bro
Catch you in

unvisited
With my tongue you lean in
Twist a little at a time and
Emit deep sighs when I hit the right spot
Then i stop and give more
Attention, more

audacity (talk to 'em, hahaha)
You niggas don't even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work, nothin' was passed to me (I was grindin', nigga)

want to believe
Ya pain can be relieved
That's the Jesus in me
You can leave it to me
Come rock with a leader
Hit yo spot like a cheetah
Get it hot like

offended by anything I say, I guess that, that mean that I'm doing my thing
Question
Why is you all in my lane
Yes men
Everytime I say bang
I cannot hear

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

max with young godz who got the guns 
Knowhati'msayin son? 
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up 
Knowhati'msayin son? 
Yo son you the first

spot
Make you hot
What you got?
Bring it back
Gimme top
Girl don’t stop
You can sit up on my lap
You can sit up on my face
Shawty grab her by the waist

the spot
By the way the kid moving I done grew up a lot
Yeah
Uh oh the grind don’t stop
If you still breathe breath then it’s time on the clock
New nigga

your all and if you find anything left in it, hit it with the rest of it

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Kamehameha-meha-meha-meha-meha Gang (4x)

Mister Thomas Edison, you're dead
For every Frank Sinatra there's a ballroom blitz
But nothing now will ever, ever end
Mister Thomas Edison, still

Limb By Limb

School of Seven Bells

Impala Eardrums: A Radium Sampler

2008

take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!

Limb by Limb we are

Limb by Limb

Cutty Ranks

Dancehall Flavaz, Vol. 1

take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!

Limb by Limb we are

a curb
You’re dead to me and that’s my
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me not
That’s my sis but she wants my spot
She wants my spot
I’m surrounded by

teaching premiers it's Gang Starr
Hitting you and your man in the same car
These wack rappers, fuck who they are
KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' em all

the chain on my neck make her never bring ya name up fly as a bird ever word hit a nerve men play on the streets boys play on the curb haven't you heard I did

Homosapaien 
Black Star, Gang Starr all of it was in my cranium
Analyzing what Shady said 
Identify my alias 
DC born but I flow like Atliens

The Radiance can

filled with rocks you can see from a block
when the light hit, strictly fishscale, fuck that light shit
menage out the garage, double pipe shit
lookin'

the 44
     incase you niggas go loco
am back on the scene now am solo
    in Atlantic City with the coco
they love the way I move and my mojo
you wanna

lil' baby
Keep it real so don't say I never told you, lil' baby, yeah
Ayy, bring you to the spot, let you hit the pot
Won't you whip it like this now?

me you can show
Imma get my things then lead the way
Cause you know I'm bout to hit the road
Kpa kpa kpa
All I wanna do is get by
Dm hitting on the low

've always been so lucky but tonight those bullets hit you
You better duck, you better duck cause bro you be like hella struck
You're outta luck, you're outta

beard and dripping (and dripping)


Drip drop, girl you wet like it’s been raining 
(Girl, you wet like it’s been raining)
I hit them right, spots, got