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Theme: My Idol
Original: Robbie Williams
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You can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful, that day
You're love is getting too

always taught Me
Be the first Man Up...
My Uncle Chris taught Me
Young Nigguh, Man Up
My Uncle William taught Me
Get it, by any means
My Uncle AB taught Me

its legal
Don't let Pam know
Or She'll go William Regal
We don't want that
As a matter of fact
I'm back on the trail
Watching my back
Trying to smoke

necklace
Look at my Dior, why you poor?
Take a pic, then pick up your jaw
Don't be dick
I'm not, I can't believe you look at me this way
I'm shocked!
Friends

your daddy, fuck your bald headed  granny  with that pickle in her panty  and your cousin and your auntie
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a nigga by

Williams I'm one of the greatest
Only wanted real love
Why why why why
Do I always find
That I was left behind
To die
Why why why why
Must you always try

now 
Get my flock and lead em out 
Said I never age
But im more Robin Hood then Peter now 
Catch me by that closet door 
Like Robbin Williams hanging

We'll all go up the mountain
As the birds sing day is dawning
For to carry down the body
Of the girl who lay waiting
Ah his love, she was a drifter

phone
By the way that she giving me TOP
This not Destroying, I'm good with that rock
Member Tisakorean- my crew love da "Mop"
Tiktok witches get you, put

is clear
Bathing suits are souvenirs
They love a black rapper and they'll suck you when the close is clear
Success is what you make it and I'm trying

Chameleon

The Sallyangie

Children of the Sun

1969

And standing by the ruined gate
Just for the fish to catch their bate
And then my love to dark tunnel we shall go

Where are my little slaves and why are

William Glenn

John Wesley Harding

Trad Arr Jones

1999

our seamen much surprise
And the main mast sprung by the break of day
Which made our rigging all but to give way
And did our seamen much afright

to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big

Dance With the Devil

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 1

2001

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He

Plains
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
Beat you down
Scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets

that went by 
See as kids we never listen now i pray to get signed
So the kids could really listen to the way that i rhyme 
I find a way to show these

I know my mama don’t want me by all my friends
Thinking back, we used to stay in West end
Up to no good in the back of the ends
Stayed after school

small as hell like micro-braids done by Africans
Money's not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine
Just trying to treat tonight like my last

for love, they wanna please their heart
Some people wanna have fun, at clubs or be at bars 
Some want the money the diamonds, the bling is what they

see it
By the time I reunite with my sanity I wont need it
Yeah, I had to think fast, quick action and fast- feet
The only other way out a straight

minutes go by 
Nothing wrong with my sight 
Guess I lived through the night 
Hmm sounds weird right?

Every day has been like this 
Hit me all at once it

need a standing ovation for the new Detroit
Ima d boy im ima d boy
Once in a lifetime opportunity
From tragedy to beautiful community
Inspired by history

I've been infatuated with rap
Since way back
Since before I graduated in fact
I used to catch a lot of flack
For walking class to class
With my beats

Vrs 1 (Kmon)
I'm ducked off by lonely 
Cookin beats and gettin Stoney 
In too deep like comey 
Flip that package now you owe me 
Tabs on my tongue