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I made it (Made it)
That everything would start changin' 
(Changin') been wakin' up when it's rainin'
 but I ain't one for complainin'
And I ain't one

Grace “The Remix”
lyrics by Tamara Lloyd
Produced by Michael Loyd
 Verse 1
In eternity past you thought about me
Knowing that I would be lost still

by the boat
I blow up Mulsanne on this smoke
Jet fuel plane boat
Flood my watch face with the crystal meth
No tints Wraith nigga
Grown man cape

Caught up in my feelings, I'll fuck around and kill another nigga
You ain't even gotta push me, how I'm feelin' now
I been havin' mood swings like

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media

There aint no guarantees
I'm burnin up the daylight
I'll give impossible a good fight
I don't have time to doubt 
I'm gonna to knock it out
High pressure

jack to the metal with load
It's got a certain rhythm and soul

Diesel fuel burnin' up them stacks
I'm runnin' through with 10 ton racks

Rubber

burnin’ all these bridges like we burnin’ blue dreams, when she all in those jeans and she tellin’ me niggas ain’t shit
This nigga can’t do it quite like

they think I am at home, oh, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burnin' out his fuse up there alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids

Lil mama wanna flex tho 
That's okay I ain't calling up on  the next hoe 
Comin at you with a red rose 
Couple days later it's a dead rose 
Dead rose

Lil mama wanna flex tho 
That's okay I ain't calling up on  the next hoe 
Comin at you with a red rose 
Couple days later it's a dead rose 
Dead rose

vibe with us
Damn i really love the way 
She move it
Got her touch

She burnin up 
She blazin' almost too 
Damn much

Got a playa
Trippin'
I be like
What

they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In

singing, just enjoying her life
Then you show up and acting like she's your wife
She couldn't care less, but the man doesn't botter
He said: "c woman who

I wanna see your eyes burnin'
I wanna see your light returnin'
To satisfy a lifetime of yearning
I've had enough
And now I hear the voices calling

frozen
Big shit popping, they ain't stopping shit
Bitch, I was chosen!
Big bread winner, get the money by the loaf, You just loafing
Everybody get a bag

(woo)

Pollen in my bubble
Pop it!
(Pop! Pop!)
Let's get into trouble
A bit
(Bit! Bit!)
Body in the oven
Burnin'
Come on, eat it up

It's a matter of art

smell the flames a-burnin'
Ten miles up the canyon
To the north of town
A-a-a

And down at the bus stop
Mourning in embrace
Something awful had gone down

the first class flight to the majong fight
Asia comin up stars burnin oh so bright, lah
What a sight.

And this why I do not object
They show Asian women

midnight"

And then she smiled as she took off her disguise
And I could see fire burnin' deep inside her eyes
And when she whispered to me, "Why does wrong

to the slaughter
So slick, fluent like the hands of time
My mindset: flow state of mind

I have mowed through the grass, so I see y'all snakes
Gassed up by

good friends
Moon takes over when the daylight ends
Moons got the stars every night
While the suns all alone burnin bright
Don't know what I'm lookin for

the high tide
Tsunami, the punani, double O got the odd job
My ock Goldy got the burnin' desire
I want the smoke like I'm burnin' a tire
You dyin' tonight,

Just another day in quarantine
Since 16 been burnin' hella trees
Rippin' 16's over beats that I eat and feast on
Fuck a MC if he or she, leak another