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By the kilo watt
We get charged with death penalties for our innocent existence  
So we protest to legalize Blackness 

Hair is kinky but it's not

Mind of a Lunatic

Marilyn Manson

This Is the New Shit

2003

curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my

ready to done pack and then deliver
Out to the streets were the dope beats shiver
Now I'm getting at ya movin by the police than Bo Jackson
Then my hip

out here
With no good intentions
My spirits gone So im looking empty My heart full of jackson's
And benjee's Full of schemes pride
Greed lust and envy

Gunnas just ready to steal they Birkens
We ain't hurting just need more purpose than White House curtains
Hide bags Kim K surgeons
In my field thought

your parents but with me you got a brother
Malaki and Chris [?] all same trap
Cousin Lil Quick telling me he wanna rap
Uptown Beezy and the white house

Ms. Jackson

Bennett Carl

Smooth Sax Tribute to Outkast

2006

Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant

Fuck this! Crooked system filled with men of deceit
Reason why you see ghetto kids lie helpless on the street
Churches are been oversee'd by liars

up on me
You stayed by my side
You my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche
Gave you the keys to the house
You should have my babies
We

yeah, he got no dental
Ah ah ah, you ain't fuckin' with me
Nah ah ah, you think you're funny
(Ha ha hahaha)
I think not ah ah, you cannot stop me
They

gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (whoa)
Just look at this dime (ooh), look at her friends (ayy)
Look

does

I asked me a question, no reply
I dreamt me a life and lived a lie
...dream me a nightmare
I traveled the stars but passed them by
For trapped

Ride with that chop (ride), racks in my bag
Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (move)
We rich, go back in your stash (suu)
She thick, we smackin'

you already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
House that I called home 
No matter how far I go
Always

the field
Ima be here when you fall

You ain't need no worries
I lifted your burdens
I unveiled your curtains
Healed you when you hurting

Jumping out

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in

Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight
Rosewood
I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now
Essence Festival
Q-Tip on the beat, too

On Top of the World

Ludacris

Paper Trail [Circuit City Exclusive]

2008

Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris

Hit 
My 
Mom 
With 
A 
Bat
She give me no V bucks I kill her cat 
I came in the cum sock whilst making this rap
I came in your cat and then I said cap
I

Serving the King of Glory
He puts me right into the Fire

Call it a blazing furnace
My House is built on Solid Ground
Got no spirit of fear,
My temple is

office
Feed them with religion, be submissive, no stopping
Put them in the coffin, to the ashes we toss them
Away, the day, the pain, the fix
The needle,

Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy

Ruth in the 9th innin
Bad bitch and swimming by the pool
I be with my dawg
Shaggy Scooby-Doo
I be in a coupe
Eyes like a frog
If it got a roof
Ima ribbit

don't pretend
No paparazzi with them flashing lights
Please no more gun bars
Paint with real life
It ain't even his fault
He rap kill time
So hold 9