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show if you don't know it's holy
Don't got time for fans
Y'all are friends end of story
If Jesus calls me then I'm gone by the morning
If you try to stop

These days it's more like coco
With keef and filtered photos
No posing for the promo
I'm deep inside the dojo
I don't know how to yo-yo
I see the world in

mama)
I'm saying mama thank you
I been on the moon
Boarding on my plane seeing life a little different
I miss my blasian baby why you move so far from

Haaaa-ha-ha
Haaaa-ha
"But I do think, um..."
Haaaa-ha
"...in this space"
Haaaa-ha
"It is a very..."
Haaaa-ha
"...you have to prove yourself attitude"

a lane 

By then it’ll be to late 
I ain’t gonn wait im going up hold up give me space 

Ain’t trynna share yo name till you already made a lane 
 It’ll be

Black and Blue

Brand Nubian

In God We Trust

1993

Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo 
Fly police car, the ninety-two model, now check it out 
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke,

keep us on triaaaalll
snitches, ina  white man's world yeah
C-c, Lions, C-c cliens what
little city by the coast the most homicides
the po's tryna keep

Yo, it's ANINDYA ON THE MIC
This is the Alpha
Warfare
Mere pehle paine Pun se Pen dehle dekh ja ke
Bass kaampe tez gaaane maile mann mein raid daale

Sound of the Zeekers @#^**?!

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from

a nigga by
The bitches that you choose
Yeah, I keep my circle tight
But all them motherfuckers loose
Two cups full of Henny for
Some niggas that'll fuck

Yo to keep it real like
We are in a situation where there are
No real winners
I don't want to put any ideas in your head
But I been caught between

Ceci N'Est Pas une Chanson

Bran Van 3000

Glee [Audiogram]

1998

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard,
But I think:
All bondage, up yours!

Yo, this is Bran Man giving a shout out to all

a little bit of heavy rhythm
I don't think you really get it see I'm known to dead it
By the time I'm finished it is known to cause a cataclysm
The epitome

To life, and I can't push that aside
I feel I have more to contribute to life
Than to just multiply by having sex, so I flex my mind
And unify, rather than

settle
Tic Toc watch the time keep moving
They say knowledge is key wealth is power
I cant keep getting paid by the hour
I've got to become my own boss

You’ll hafta excuse I’m a little off
So please pardon took a break from smoking the weed
My mind is racing like I’m Christopher reeve
I’m levitating

Yo, Stedfastt on the mic
I know everybody would like to be perfect
But the truth is, in this life we can only strive to be
Christ is the only one who

Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd

that flame
Got those headstones getting carved up
Whilst I make a space for your name
Play that xylophone on your ribcage
Lord of War call me Nick Cage
I

Organized minds like them boys
From Illinois
A yo god it's peace
With the guys from back east
From New York to Georgia
And Florida
Until we move toward it we

The Blacc Rabbit speaking
Quinn T
Young Chun on the beat
Ooooohhh, What does it taste like, What does it taste like
Yo, why niggas talking like these

them maybe you should hold some space
We're all just traumatised, going through the growing pains
Yelling at a person that we only really know by name

while I'm eyeing the wheel
My drive to thurl (woah)
I drive for the thrills (woah)
Gang right by
Turn me up, let me feel (let's go)
My bass fill the space

nde kite-ru...
(little by little they are coming...)


Sonna kiga-suru yo!
(that's my intuition!)