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No Omega [Extended Remix]

Eric B. & Rakim

Gold

2005

Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't

suffer
To even travel self commot for this country
I nor go lie you brother is very very costly
To even go UK you need to hold like 20 mill
Not to talk

What could go wrong
When you took my hands, we made our demands
By your side I'll stand, 'till our last drop of sand
The blood on your hands will scream

Mathematics


My style’s hot Sun put you in a cemetery plot dun
It’s elementary my dear Watson
No shit Sherlock this is pure Hip Hop
I complete 360 like a hand

arrived
Ring the door
Hoping he'll be the one to answer it
Can always tell I'm nervous
By how shaky that my hands will get
I mean I'm good for taking L's

know you always there whenever I'm making plans
Travel all the world baby ride the mountains
I'm only allowing you to hold my hands
Love the way grind

to play my name
I'm above yo fucking level, rebel go travel and obey
I self did since fifteen, my own shit I crave in
My own shit I hold in, my own thoughts

balling 
Reminds me of me if he was taller
Only came up to my shoulder 
Eminem quote from 8 mile brought us closer
We started Talking all the time now I

so
I will give information, for the warning
When you go see me lil' mad go and warn me
I can't control it is out of my own hands
A single person can

in heavenly skies
Either way, you know ill hold you tight
I promised you forever my king
In the questioning
I told you I loved you and you promised my

back and stare at the stars
Cause I don't wanna go inside and pray to God
Head in my hands I take a minute to myself
Before I head back down

I wake up

but I'm known to be cruel
Cause when I step up in the kitchen I don't play by the rules
You think that you're cool
But my cooking always making them

some Cluedo
Call me Kool Aid Man, the type of shit I'm running through, yo
This shit is my last chance, somebody call Uno
Seeing double visions but I do

and perfection it with all my drafts
You can go get trashed
Then go raise a glass
For when my song gets pulled on blast
At that point I say at last
Found a way

minds appeased
By the realisation that a brother stands tall
When he's up on the pavement
I may never have it all
This what I've got and I'm grateful

to intertwine, no other night will be like this
so could you please, baby, hold my hand?
and we'll never forget the talk we had

yeah, i thought you would believe

I will take your hand, and place it into mine
I will find my land, when our fingers intertwine
London's getting dark, rest your body over mine

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

and Bruce
MC's kick a verse, then I hand them a noose
cause either way, once you run out of breath, it's certain death
believe what I say, what my lungs hold

A stranger goes to church to mourn his father
Hoping he will find some peace of mind
He bows his head and holds his hands to heaven
Through scarlet

'm a Steinway grand piano, they're Casios, I will kindly pass them the torch
The day that one of them are to hold a candle to my corpse
I'll put a hand on your

side
It will take all the time that it takes, but I promise you
We are waiting for you now

I just wanna sit by your bed and hold your hand
And I just

sex drive, in that bussy I will dive
Cause if you know one thing, that dick slapping tween his thighs.

cnd last but not least, he's my husband he's

to give him his credit 'cause in the last few years he's showed his path
Of rebuilding the fam he'd broken up
I start to think of my stance of I don't owe

I
Took a hold of the mic 
What I was meant to do with my life

Excuse me
Let me step up in the lime light
You know I had to get my mind right
Excuse