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along with producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis demonstrated this well with their 1989 album, Rhythm Nation including State of the World
In earlier works,
look for the seal that's real
Top Dog, lookin' up to say what is this
Kid Rock serious and I mean business
Ascending up and up I keep boosting
the hook, so I make it real quick
If the world started burning, would we put it out together?
Or would we still fight with one another?
Everybody
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
for real
Omg this that black on black So I guess am back
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson bad Bitch I'm hell of bad
Walk my way but don't waste my timeI
the house they hung in
He wants your money, only your money
He'll make you feel good for a real fast twenty
The bill is passed and the dollars go fast
mean enough?
Enough lashes like I ain't seen enough
On the real, this is like the neo-Emmitt Till
Whistling, get yo fuckin' ass killed
Lets keep this
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
to a spot, we could burn up
Uh, learn some - been a real one since my past life
Spiritual bish went to yoga
Came back wit a chocolate chip mocha
Lil pussy
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs
Into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (swerve)
And, god, my Phil Jackson
And somehow he blessed me with
hand in hand with my Pakistan man
We made vapors
Fish scales from Jackson Heights Columbians
I.S. 61, was raised for no republicans
And I don't mean
motherfuckers...
[Movie Sample]
Many people feel haunted
By what they call evidence of evil forces in the world
They see genocide, senseless violence, plagues
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
I guess I gotta be gangster to be real
I guess I gotta die to be able to speak
I guess I need to be brainwashed for
The radio to be finding my peace
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took a shot took 6 shots last night
And I wanted to roll up a blunt but
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