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B. Redd The Composer on the beat and the track
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I'm just an American nigga, Don't need no foreign
Reppin Charlotte but I came from Laurens
Went

Street melt into one

He'd stay right on track
Being passed from scent to scent like the baton in a relay race
Spurred on by the aromatic blending

Lift your legs boy, lift them please
Before you cross them tracks
You gon' end up just like me
Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean
Before you

a better father I just study track eight
My son gone be the sequel my request is he be great
While my cousin out her trappin
I just pray that they be safe

these here beats

[Consequence]
And if you talk about him, aiiyo I take you out
Either with the nine or the tech's in his mouth
And let that dime gettin

I owe it to keep on going
Like a life of the bars don't cease
I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm

Of course let's get back to
The subject at hand
The mixtape the public demands
Wanna download it to their porn disc drive
Drive by! Pedestrians in a panic

Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha

Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur

the 8-track and crank up the music
The air full of laughter, our hearts full of song

Raised in the country on the edge of Broome County
Beside lakes and rivers

Eight one three to the five one two
Hate runs deep through the mind of the crew
I was never meant to fly and never flew
Coolin' in the sky like

income builds a solid future for my little honey
You can't impress her with yours she been counting money

Move the pill like the IS 8 Odom
Let you in
But

Slayin the beat cuz it’s all I know
Hopin that ya’ll enjoyed the show
Not only the pain but the flowers grow
There’s air in the leaves so the pain can glow

future's looking bright
T ain't collabed in a minute
I'm in the stu
Call that the lab
For all the niggas ain't with it
I got a track
Lemme flip it
I'll put

a little pain inside my history
Creativity I mean a lot mixed with naivety
And bad habits formulated by my own epiphanies
Pour it all onto this track so

Watch the Sound

Fat Joe

Represent

1993

to get the dough! 



Boom bip  BAM  here I am 

Even fans in Japan  be tellin me I'm the man 

Fat Joe  a.k.a. the woman fucker 

Beat you down

Tick, Tock

RZA

The Man with the Iron Fists [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2012

work
Northface bubble with, eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm

stepping in this world
We dance to the music of the future
Guided by the stars, a cosmic track 
A melody of hope, a harmony so pure
We begin to hear future

Mural Jr.

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads
In

beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped
Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs
It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were

crave

I'm here dancing to AI creating, it's the future's music, it's oh so sweet
We're all plugged in, can't hit delete
On the beat, they set our feet

Can You Dig It

MC Lyte

Act Like You Know

1991

That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
Track runner, I run it up

like a taxi
I get what I want with no question, don't ask me
You can get stopped in your tracks like you lastly, augh
Smoke on the beat he moonwalking