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askin' 'bout him, I just know 'em by his nickname (I don't know 'em)
It wasn't for this COVID shit, I'd probably be at the Knicks game (right there)

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it

shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

Vandross' 1994 interpretation of The Impossible Dream The Quest written by Joe Darion in 1966
The lyric phrase "proud" is a nod to the motivational call by

Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives

Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes

R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets 
It had a cute

need a week
And by that time I done made bout 2 albums
And proceed to leap, CookUp
These niccas make believe
Kitchen Murder came to fill the vacancy

Swimming pool
I love making swimming pools
Whether it's on an enemy ship or ours
It is always cool
You're a fool
If you don't play by the rules
Yer

Johnny Angel

Unlinked Artist

The Girl's Sound: Fifty Hits 1957-1966

2000

- Words and Music by Lee Pockriss and Lyn Duddy

(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
You're an angel to me

Johnny Angel,

wish me the best
But to overcome myself is the biggest test
So imma lay this track down then I'm gonna rest
Now I gotta confess the whole album was

Invisible
Scarz
This album is dedicated to my uncle Robert Lee Harris Jr
Love you unc
Rest in peace

to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95

Karate

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping

lee
Since a youngin I been hoopin on concreet
My wrist is sponsored by fiji and nestley
Letter b on the keys its a Bentley
Yea we got the piece
Let me

in my presence 
Thinking I’m soft done turned me into a lethal weapon
 Ima king amongst peasants 
This the rap rapture,
Taken this shit by force son

Constante como gotas de agua perforando rocas
Fugitivo John Lurie en down by law
Chicos Ralphie down by Lo interconectándolo
Mis lineas subterráneas metro

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

album
To prove you got skills, suck this

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into

The streets will hook u
Or they'll uppercut ya
I've been influenced 
By school truants 
& righteous students
Obeyed the law 
But still victims

and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one

gotta brag about it fool
Heard he died fullclip aint have a chance to grab his tool
Sent dat nigga outta space cause he aint planet by the rules
On some

1st verse

Sorry, yawl, I’m not Cardi B
Or whoever else you came to see
I’m Ally Vyne the only me
With a dash of Freddie & Dixie Lee
But copying

breakfast 'fire the sunrise
mother fucker!
I bathe with the most wicked of witches
I'm Charles Lee Ray with no stitches
Dripping in sin
I do not ponder