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no shade, but I'll tell you one thing right now
Mm

Girls like me like ridin'
Roads that keep on windin'
Gettin' way out where them small town

The Return of Sathington Willoughby

Primus

The Brown Album

1997

Each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event.

It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds to
Successfully convey

Deep Space 9mm

El-P

Fantastic Damage

2002

in the clutch of a tyrant
New World lullaby Sirens
Stuck migrants, bust 'em by violence
It's all bad timing
Getting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt

Joanlee Feat. Maribelle cñes - "Crazy"

Written by: Joanlee, Frederick Roosevelt Green & Maribelle cñes

VERSE 1: JOcNLEE
What happened now? What did

on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns

They keep calling me a pest!
That plagues the music industry!
A good for nothing!
A reckless illness needed to be rectified!
Let me fully embrace it

(oh)
It's right here, over Roosevelt
Across the East River
That's enough of that crap
I got some raps to deliver

Everybody, look at me who's he, he's

a fucking question
That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question
Good-Good boot come get you a dab
Remix that nigga, now he smoke a finesse
All I want is

I can pull up And do all types
Of things that I wouldn't have done if I
Wasn't in fuckin love with bitch
Conversations until the sun come up 
I was

Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper

ting, the wickedest ting

First thing's first (Experse) Reverse
Thinking that my tongue will
Make your eardrums burst (Hah)
Had a little problem and it

Bounce with Me

B.G.

Checkmate

2000

get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G. - original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police
I keep it real with the real - that's all I know,

to get money, I needed things to collect
Cos I think I'd make a killing in a Car Boot sale
Yes I think I'd make a killing and I ain't gonna fail
Went

of day
Dropped off the bags now it's time to hit the town
I was on my way out the lobby
She had them diamonds on her timepiece
No Roosevelt she a dime you

the limo on the East side
Cause the crazy man was scaring me

And we sat on that bench on the Hudson
Talking about when we'd both have children

Walk bys

What's in is out
Next thing you know, it's in again
The world keeps spinnin' faster by the minute
But I'm just gonna let it spin

'Cause there'll

Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P

It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,

Why

Big Syke

Big Syke Daddy

2001

the world,
Can't nobody talk to me
I need psychotherapy,
Forever I cry inside,
I can't hide,
Just tell me why

[Chorus]
Why do we do the things that we

With most its a flirt thing,
They do this music shit just so they can get by,
I do it from the inspiration that I got when I was 9,
When I seen my idol

Ah multiple choice
In this thing Called life
All my niggas
By the code
They know how to choose right
Cold ass day
It's always colder
At night
Keep

Can't Be Replaced

Dierks Bentley

Black

2016

can't be replaced
There's just some things that can't be replaced

Sediment hay, and a heart of gold
Chevy Cavalier on an old back-road
A boot's farm

and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy

led by
I don't know
(Work)

These things that write to you
That, you could call your peers if you
(With me)
(My best)

I don't know, I don't know
I'd

by now
I've heard it over and over again
That there's no use in trying to make amends
Things aren't working and we're through
Now it's just me and my