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got to do
Get ready for work so make a move
Hoping this day will quickly pass
Because the sooner I'll be back for you  

Open the door and take a seat

Always talking sideways, grasping at straws, just try'na be somebody
Ain’t back up what you talk, you know your work is only spotty
Talking ‘bout

day and night
I had tripped and fell into your love
I can't slip, no one to help me up
Back and forth pacing, got my heart racing
Thinking bout the BS

Note-blowin' standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

My nigga, what's up?
My nigga, what's up?
My nigga,

of hip-hop
So I got my brothers, and I said 'let's do something about that

It's unheard of that we prosper in a city that don't love us
Don't like the music,

before I play my tracks
The fact that I rap and I’m black
Im not helping any stereotypes get pushed back And no I ain't got no mixtape
Sorry for

Yo...
I'd be too crazy to skip on this beat
You niggas think y'all be so cold? Well allow me to give you the heat
See, I'm training to play with

Switchin’ up just like you Brady
I just wanna call you baby
I got these racks up like its easy
I call you back but you too needy
I get my checks up

it until it's gone away
Don't think it' may come back, this life ain no kind of play
I never thought i'd get it right, this shit insane
Wake up

bout females
That's the least of my worries
I'd be dammed if your bro got jacked
In the side of the flats
Where we all get money

Jakes can't stop me
I'm

Aye, bitch you'd better get back
Yuh, this a warning track
Aye, homies always stay strapped
Yuh, this a warning track
Aye, gon take your life no hack

the same
Attracted by you scars I'm so used to pain
Studying your body how it moves
What you telling me?
What you crave?
What you need?
What you selling me?

Hollywood Seven

Jon English

English History

1978

but she hardly had the time
A call might come tomorrow, she got to learn her li-ines

On Hollywood Seven, rooms to rent, till your name goes up in

homie at you, have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on my neck, nigga, average a brick
Your bitch face painted on my pants, ravishing Rick (uh)

hatchback your cabbage
Push back
All of my thoughts is pitch black
Niggaz came close at me with toast
I came right back
Like Gargamel imaging the smell
This

raise your hands (アツくなる)
say say it louder (slick な感情)
forget me not (響きあって eyes keep on)
follow my lead

ふわっとしちゃダメっていつも思うの
適当なyesにまじめ系 judge

still seem like  to  judge me isn’t it
Walking to street in a minute
Better little bit
Go back to da world inspect that stress
and happiness  you have got

Heart

Neneh Cherry

Raw Like Sushi

1989

back to you
By now you'd be dead meat
You took my man and took his body strapped him to your bed just to have his baby
Everybody knows you're a phoney

they making decisions
Back door they leading to snake your position
Dropping location get lined by these bitches
Niggas will change on you just for

I'mma be the one that'll get it done, so I'm going all in
Gotta count it by the stack, ain't no looking back, not until we all win
Don't move, don't talk,

this time
I'll be alright
We'll be just fine
I'll always be yours
If you will be mine
I'd spend every day by your side
Until the day I die
Embracing your

got clips for all of your 
Bored hordes of rappers I've stored swords for 
Records wet em like a washboard, I can't watch no more. 

Except kids fallin'

like you 
Don't judge me! I'm always better than you 

With your lapel on your pants 
You look like a tramp, that has got a leak in the house 
With your

Fire and Rain

Willie Nelson

What Can You Do to Me Now

1975

lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again
 
Won't you look down upon me, Jesus 
You've got to help me