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Don't got a drop, top
I don't got a rock, watch
But I might dance I might pop, lock
Stay connected like a hot, spot
I'm rapper not a pop, star
No I

but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because

the 13th I'll catch another body
Take it back a century
My body been decomposing
Ain't no telling who sent me
Sliding with the semi (Pio pio)
They say life

How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'

on his scene
Now the critics and the cynics
And the suits all fear
Another rap metal whore
By the name of Punk with a P
A lot like me
A heavy metal kid

the lane (no), like the whip was a Range
On top of that we was sick of the train aye (what)
We used to sit in the rain
My vision is vivid, dig it I lived

you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah

I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so

How's It Goin' Down [Album Version]

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

dick you sucking?
Come on B, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit
Fuck is the deal?
Suck my fucking dick you bitch ass nigga
No, you

hear them when they use their voice 

Ain’t no asking, ‘cause they taking it by force 
Through building ash and broken glass and shattered doors
Wanted

got shit to sell
Gotta album on the way, October 19th the day it hits stores
Guess where you could find me
Prolly chillin' at the club watchin' BET
Wit

Galaxy protectas in the Mexican mecca
Some microphone wreckers seek the rest of the nectar
Stay swift May 5th ain't the end of the story
Indigenous

concerned
'Cause the south is on fire
Let that motherfucker burn

They nationally televise me on
America's most wanted
The man with the most input but
No cash

n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name

like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be

like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no

the broken-hearted 
Heartless United Snakes of America 
Controlled by those who say they are Jews 
And ain't nothing but a replica 
The way of the heathen will be

almost see a star
I don't read the billboards
I just want my name there
I give thanks for my blessings, 'cuz I know life ain't fair
I just drove by Ross

on sight
He all bark ain't got no bite
So gon get em by da night
Like step on who, I wish you might
That gangsta shit be what I like

I ain't nothin but 18

Who you know rapping like this
You can tell I'm cooking by the flick of my wrist
I used to run the city in the 919. More money, more woes, Now I'm

he's not really a relative, you know, we got a twin shit that doesn't count, you know? But uh, no, my family, we get together July 4th this past July 4th

might even wanna talk about a little loan
Cause no matter how rich you become you'll always be two, not one
Cause believe it or not, America ain't your

The Homeless

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

You might even want to talk about a little loan
'cause no matter how rich you become you'll always be two, not one
'cause believe it or not, America

Drop the Bomb On 'Em

Eminem

Relapse: Refill

2009

Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father