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like a rose in the concrete
I don't see toes when you scream your 10 toes deep, weak
I need the guap, but I don't need the green
I got my fam, and I

a little full dose
And you know its gon be live all night Show Dem
So I tell her like

Ma gbagbe nkan ti mo so
My man said full dose you know
She whispering

the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV

of existing I'm guilty and free
This music fills me
It's so filthy to be at home anywhere I roam now
Grown with my own style
I ain't got to profile or act hard

the presence of a pool table in your community
Well, ya got trouble my friend, right here

I say, trouble right in River City, why sure, I'm a billiard player

(Whew)
Yea u gone die homie
Ran up four fifty I spent hella benjis I bought me an my nigga chains before rap
Lost bout three hundred by trusting the mail I

Yo
Yo
Yo it's Chuck Strangers

And I got dreams of spendin' Euros off of music shit
Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk,

(Cuckoo)
And I won't stop 
'Cause this hip will forever hop
This s**t kinda sounds like Punk-rock
Rebel music play it 'till your heart stops
Smokin' so much

and homophobia
Long as we on this earth, we will never see a utopia
Music heals the pain so I keep it within my cochlea
Regardless of its efforts, we livin in

stop you
I'm telling you now it's more than music
And I'm gonna make Ken rock you
Ur soo stupid, stop cannabis abusing
And stop using my unreleased

crazy
Ain't that crazy
That's like all natural all organic organic
That kinda dedication to like
To the craft
I think of that everytime I smoke

I smoke

commercial nonsense begins and conscious ends
But I’m tired of keeping all my honest comments is
And I’m tired of letting it be like common sense
I kinda sense

Fast Ride by Susan Ritchie
Come and get me at 11 tonight
Cut the engine and sit there tight
Flash the headlights once or twice
I look real cute,

lead
Dancing with me My Corazon Under the starry sky
In this country rock rhythm Let our worries pass us by
We'll stomp our feet to the beat Let

We Come Alive

Joey Tempest

Place to Call Home

1995

the wait
I feel kinda restless, nervous I guess
But so lucky to be alive
We take the city by the hand 
It's our time tonight

We come alive 
Yeah, we

knows better like rhinoplasty
Dirt ball went from ashy to kinda ashy
Rock designer like pajamas mar he wanna passing
In a black Miata Guantanamera

and cheer
Throw a hand up in the atmosphere
‘Cause everybody knows my name like
The cast of Cheers
But they say I shouldn't rap from here
I made it finally

smoke the bag
My engineer leak some of my music
I'ma smoke his ass (HOLY MOLY)
What's up, Arab?
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew" what the K said
"Objection in

Khan I make it
Children jump around like monkeys
My world is law
I’m supported by the whole country

When I talk kids listen
When I rock mic to make

City of Macks

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

type of pattern
And when you say that it's dope it's kinda flatterin
But I don't frown and put my nose up and ignore it
I crack a smile and say thanks

permission to grab your missus tight
And rock your way to the dance floor
Not that it looks like this guy needs my permission anyway
Hope you all have

The waters warm
Woke up last night in a daze
And I'm feeling kinda sore
We got time
Even by tomorrow don't you worry
Cause the sun still shine

Let me tell you

for hiphop
Used to rock tennis socks underneath my flip-flops
No one cared down at Street Corner Music
My ear got infected when the beat got into it