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like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album

star is still black

Did you hear that, Talib Kweli?
Did you hear that, or should I repeat?
Did you hear that, Talib Kweli?
Did you hear that, am I

good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening 
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting 
Fuck

I don't believe my chances are one in a million
I'll give you one hundred for one or a million
Aiming for stars I'mma puncture the ceiling
You

Book Of Rhymes

Nas

God's Son

2002

threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I

Secrets

OneRepublic

Waking Up

2009

stars
Who's drivin' shiny, big, black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems, bet we could solve 'em
When a situation rises
Just write it

drive keep gassing me I’m in my 5th gear shift art for the Sistine chapel up in the Vatican inspire to get this black wealth by Dr Claud Anderson can’t

needed this on my album, young mogul with the bars, black hole among stars; trap flow stay hard, make you scream good god; student of the rap game, music

Mapping the stars in the night
Divine minds guide us from the
Sciences of living right
Europa before Jehovah and black Noah
The agriculturalist
I am

shoulders
Heart always aching Shining like a star in the darkness
Running from all of my problems I can't get away
Every night I feel the pain Problems in my

patient

'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient

You think they're working your album? You're mistaken

And if you flop, you get

driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send

Good Life

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue

Told y'all I be back
They aint believe it cause in the album I said I'm not a rapper
I wouldn't believe it either

I'm the type to write a verse

I say fuck it
I'm uncle ruckus I hate these niggas
I get better by the bar
I'm a rapper not a star
I ain't have to go the distance
I'm the best by far

Secrets

OneRepublic

Waking Up

2009

stars
Who's drivin' shiny, big, black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems, bet we could solve 'em
When a situation rises
Just write it

Intro
Na ɛnɛ me nua panyin baako ti me nkyɛn
Star kɛsiɛ paa, ɛnyomtuni kɛsiɛ paa
ɛka brɔfo diɛ, brɔfo mu rocks
Mia me nua M.anifest dɔdɔdɔtidɔ

Verse

showing my the stars
Windows rolled down, freestyling in my car
Consistently at house parties rhyming every bar
Rocking Masters of the Universe by Binary

Extreme

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It

Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)

Soul on ice death threats given by

try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by

spread your wings like butterfly
All these chains, I do not need it
Album mode, gotta complete it
Career gone, I just delete it
This my legacy, got

380 on Dat Ass

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

Thinkin' 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst