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To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it

That's a Lie

LL Cool J

Radio

1985

and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in

New York is back

Muh'fucka I'm the heart and the soul of this
You claim king, but we in control of this
Name another rapper you see on the streets

gonna say that my recent album was shit
Cause I admit it's dog shit
As I almost lost it to make it
I'm not gon' be 'bout it cause I won't be here

to the game Joe
This is hip-hop at its finest, where'd you find this? In a Ziploc
'Til the wheels fall off, fuck a pit-stop or what not
Where my tear drop? I

wasn't looking
I'm sprouting wings and my eyes growing white
I'm the almighty most high Joe prime

The olde gods needed to get lifted
the seas ran dry

all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I

thoughts are already grabbin' my very focal
As I try to make it make sense inside of my Soul
I feel like Joe Gardner just walking down the manhole
Falling

Sawmill Road

Diamond Rio

Close to the Edge

1992

kids 
And worry 'bout their souls
And pray they'll never wander 
Far from Sawmill Road

[Chorus]

Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth
Were raised up

festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace

inspired
We embrace with the nighttime growing brighter
Coyote Joe he laughs to bring us fire

Oh, my love
Oh, my love how you really love me so 
Oh, my love

Seen my heart go (Seen my heart go)
On this hard rode (On this hard rode)
Another lost soul (Another lost soul)
Another lost soul (Another lost soul

stunna shades on and my wrist look heavy
i wear em in the dark like bad by freddy

im so flatland like table park
stunna shades on and my wrist look heavy

my gullie suit

Normally angel's

By my side

Lately demons

Been the substitute

Destroyin my peace

Sleepless nights

How much

More can take

Wat

Brown Paper Bag [Bonus Track]

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD] [Clean]

2006

blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking

of tricks
Had to work a lot
Because people couldn't see my plot
Yea went from nothing to something
But all night yea
Was always fighting
Yea
Lost soul
Lost

man
I love Tambo man

Tambo ndizokuvotela 
UMbutho wakho
Ndide ndifike kwindlu yam yokugqibela
Yomnyango ojongephezulu

My Afro-Soul album is coming
My

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Gimme Dat

Terror Squad

Terror Squad

1999

name never lost his value
I told you before on joe's album
We been illin since the holy pharaohs
Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers
Believe,

the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
This for my people who grew up starin' at album covers
The sons and daughters of dust,

On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is

Take fucking 86
Man, I just barely put my
I was gonna give you guys a dialogue about this whole project
I put my heart and soul into this speech

Lucifer

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy

reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha