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I can sing a song sung by sons that never won
Hmm a hearts thump
Dont know how to win
Im the unlucky kid
Stoned and dont make since
Boned to feel

Picture me rolling through west while I'm toting
Surrounded by junkies I got a feed em they
Hungry I'm tryna get my sister this money
Before she go

lips/
Can't be fooled by the ounces/
Never doubted/
That's whole another lick/
Shawty finna do a mad ting/
Not a sad ting/
when we ride through the bits/

Niggas say he won't smoke
Bring that shit to his door
If he played in LA
Bitch, you takin' his soul

With a stake to his face
He gon' give up the code
So

mine.
I'm sorry it ain't chu.'
I'm sorry I ain't fluke.
I'm sorry I had to man up and do what I had to do.
I'm sorry that I was never a crash dummy, for

look down on us man I'll be where you're sitting
I'll take the blue pill, we gon' keep playing
I'm armoured up, though my downfall you keep praying
I'm

Man these streets cold ain’t no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can’t believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends

produce 
Rap, Record then mix
Toured states and provinces
Still From the Stix
Built this brick by brick
Nothing ever comes quick
Or maybe never at all
But

Who's the Man?

Heavy D & the Boyz

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 3

1997

dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand

The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around

Request + Line

The Black Eyed Peas

Request Line [Australia]

2001

So call up the line 
Get down wit', down wit' us 

[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man 
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan 
Hey DJ (you're

They say you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover
But a book is a poor comparison to a lover
Or should I say a sister, if I never kissed her
Or if it

the bitch say she cumming
But her man I don't trust him, so if he come by then my gun gon' get to bustin'

Yeah my toolie get to blastin'
Turn him to a past

The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

the funk in grand
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon

Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your

to the shine I'll take if I live by works then I'll die by faith
If I see your design I'm straight but I don't recognize your face
I don't recognize your face I

by 
I'm pretty handsome but believe I've got a bad side
My chick's annoying, acting moody like she's Mad-Eye
Should probably cut her off, burn the not,

the clout you deserve 
cnd every word in the verse 
Gonna merk, gonna hurt 
So absurd call us when you want best 
But you better call a hearse 
Cause we kilt

bill hicks
An absurd guy with a blurred third eye
Hit by a strong grade lie
Life is one long wave goodbye
It's the sin in me that enables the vision

human
The world watched and villafied the China man
Warned by Dr Wenliang
World blew a flute for a whistleblower
General falls to a missile blower act

always involved
Somewhere in the mix 
You know how it is 
Intimacy with the devil just intimidates the saints
Not me coz

Am not a mere man 
Men am

Take it all the way back, Mix it up man
Rain on the track
Mental money stack, physical, digital
Yes, I love the music but I do it for the principle

souls 
To be incarcerated
The sins of this world 
Is very much overrated
So, I spit for the souls of man
Fish for the souls of man
Bring'em back whole

more fiona apple - staring out the window
Taking time alone so my soul ascend-o
Lemme fuck a girl, that’ll be crescendo

When that pfizer hits
Can’t wait

to play Major League Baseball
But I hurt my back and that took that away from me
Since then I just been writing man
Wake me up in the morning and rising out

vernacular is polix
I know it sounds absurd that i know them in the first place
Since I'm a black rapper they just see me in the worst way
All these other