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You look like you know
What you doing
With that mic in your hand
What? Yeah
What? Yeah
What? Yeah
It's like they couldn't hold me back
With that tool

(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!

No One's Iller

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics out

should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it feel, when a monkey is your ill
In a J-A-I-L? I

cut
Madd gold on me lookin like
King tut
Diamonds all on the charm
Not by luck

So whats next cut the check
Rollin wit my right hand
Made a left
I said

of gettin' shut down
Tired of gettin' by
Made a fanbase, got their hands in the sky
I'mma make somethin' that they'll love
I'mma, I'mma make somethin' that

I guess the point of goin' to college
Was to acquire myself a little knowledge
And help me figure out
What life was really all about

It made

stand the sight of him
I ain't looking for no hand outs, hands down
How you ever gonna stand out, sat down?
Rap game more commercial than the sham wow
You

like loves a toss
A bit of false emotion
I believe in attachments
I don't get lost in closing
Chapters written by the author Malcolm J
A - M - A-L,

Baby love it when I treat her wit the Rosé 
Kill the pussy why my nickname O.J
Like to go out so I ride lowkey
Bandanna on like she a O.G
Rock wit me

suppose to be 
Man somebody gotta be praying for me 
That trap house I can’t shake from it
 I need a break from it but damn them j”s still coming 
 N*ggas

They always say the same
But what if I just didn't wanna hold your hand
I made you fall in love
So I'm the one to blame
You thought I was the one
But I

when you was ghosting me for J
I remember sitting by the phone every fucking day
I remember crying my eyes out every fucking day
Today's your special

of the dumb shit is gone make lose it
I'm really a demon please don't make me prove it
Bitch I got hands hoe you know I get with it
And in these J's I'll stomp

Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,

Who Ya Gonna Shoot Wit That

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
Your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
I heard you had beef on your block
So you bought you

made it from the bottom, these niggas can't stand me (yeah)
(Bottom, bottom)
(Let me run that back)
(Bottom, bottom)
Said, this is all I know, nigga,

got my hands ashy

Band flashin', catching flights, feeling fantastic

The diamonds in my pieces taking dance classes
 
I'm with a baddie, you can buy

the good days
Humming songs and laughing all day
Holding hands and walking by the bay
Feeling like we're in LA
Drinking coffee with a dash of love
Focus

something your not to be
Take your stand and be who you alt to be 
Destiny in the power of your hands 
Don't you know your the image of Elohim

But there's no use in using ex's mom for a reference
No ghost writer sometimes influenced by the spirit
No use in drinking to cleanse from past years

means sing this song.
We've got two left broken hands and two wrong feet made of dead meat.
Get beat up on the street, Fuck Off buttons aren't all that

bridges I leave them for you to walk across
So make your sign of the cross
Before you come gunnin for me 
Jesus Christ  I’m worse then the devil you made me

cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through