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Big Brother

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

keeping me from nodding off
He used to be filet mignon
But his skills have been gone
Half his album was empty songs
Riding the coattails of Frank Ocean

they fucking head spin
His best friend name was Aaron by my standards Aaron was a sweet kid
Could tell that he ain't never seen the fights as I did
Fast

Now look who isn't so quiet now

And man my brain is
Like a 29 inch clip
And I can spit entire rounds
My kid I said Isaac
Can spit entire rounds
All up

then I definitely was mesmerized by your appearance,
(crushin)
Having clearance to chill with you inside the computer lab, knowing you was mad, that

got it nigga
Seven ways of income, we about it nigga
But I don't mean to boat, I'm here to show yal the growth
Album after album, song after song, beat

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

without the SoundCloud era
Flash to the future part two was the album, had about 12 songs even out the Malcolm, And I ain't Talkin ex (X) but she was round

your bags at
Get to packing
I need a bad mami fast
She attractive
We the ones they grew up calling stars
We was kids then but
We already knew wassup
By

I'm Still #1

KRS-One

A Retrospective

2000

Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So

ain't no standstill
Bitch ass nigga made a mole out of anthill

Everybody shooting, don't know why you're using hands still
20 song album, but it's trash,

lines, then pine over the disparity
When my vision's fixed, betwixt the words I have clarity
But I recognize my action's severity
I'm done excusing them by

makin'
But still, I might start up a school
Help out the kids coming up so they won't just be somebody's tool
Every time I dropped an album months later I

I keep them by my chest

You know we will never rest
Not tryna be puff off that ledge

We really ain't kid with this one
Stew gang gonna

Sweep you

I like boobies
I like funny action movies
I like a bitch with one peg leg and a stump that she threw at the bin
I am a fat kid i get moody
I like

Hi there, kids the name of this song
Is called "Peaches En Regalia"
It tells the story of a bowl of peaches that
Lives in the Royal Garden Hotel

help we been getting Some racks in
We don't go by words we just go by Actions
These niggas be weird and these niggas Be acting
Selling they soul just

assumption

Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function

Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction

But it’s just me by myself, all alone in

the thing to make the things worse Baby I should think first
‘For I make the things worse
My name is Trev
And this is an album by me It’s called RUMTLOVE

The heartbeat for this album is not an album but an anthem
ONE
This music isn't mine it's ours, I was given it
It's a collection of many

The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers