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til it's gone 

ramble all night 
I know we be alright 
damn slow that time flies 
don't let it walk by 

Mr. medical headed up to level 2 
how

Target/Mr. Disney/War

Zounds

The Curse of Zounds

1981

I was living rather quietly by my village in the trees
Don't bother anybody and they don't bother me
I'm always kind to passers-by, I never make

No Effort

Tee Grizzley

No Effort

2017

lil' CJ, one time for lil' Roc
Fifity rounds in that chop', niggas move niggas drops
One time for Juan doe, he did that bid in KY
Play with me it's

dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you

heads off, your end is near
We won't give in, our call is clear
Get up, united we'll be
Dear Mrs. president the demon, the demon is you
Your wicked reign,

Killas

Mob

Ghost Unit

2005

And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama,

on me
Yeah, yeah, it's Pablo Juan, yeah
1017
And I still ain't met a nigga drippin' sauce like me

Yeah, walk in the room with like 50 thousand

colonels or a butcher in Zaire
Didn't bank on Franco or apartheid 
Or any who ruled by fear
	
And I don't like to kill 
Never have and never will
But I will

. McGrath lived by the seashore
For a space of seven long years or more
Till she saw a ship sailing in the bay
"Here's my son Ted, would you clear the way"

and multiple digits in excess
Ya family broke bread, but my family's bread was soggy
Till my brothers broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi
Now what the fuck

Bring it

showers
I'd like to quit them badly
Because they hit me badly

In a world ruled by gangsters
And a room filled with hoes
I'm just a poet
Who doesn't wanna

showers
I'd like to quit them badly
Because they hit me badly

In a world ruled by gangsters
And a room filled with hoes
I'm just a poet
Who doesn't wanna

a dog

News Man Impression
Mr president, who should we blow up next?

Obama Impression well, I know Prince William
He living like a king he don't do shit

Once upon a time in an obscure
Part of the Milky Way Galaxy
There was a spinning ball of water and
Rock ruled by the forces of evil
The Devil

Wicked Ways

Sunz of Man

One Million Strong [Blackjam]

1998

talk was psychic thoughts 

Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present 
Killin for dead presidents, where every ghetto residence 
is

Freedom of speech
Where is the hope
Where is the love
Where's Mr. President
Stupid as fuck
Where is the giant
Where is the press
Where's Mr. Marley
Marlians

Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if

your hands you bitch
Uh, Fuck all that Covid shit
In my house I'm sick
How, does that make any sense
Fuck our government
And, fuck our president
Y'all

Mrs. Clancy, ''What was that?''
In Memphis, Tennesee a teacher raised the window, closest to the river
And the children in her classroom swore they heard

Anyway got some sparkling water in my right
Something sparkling on the other one
Shining brighter than a Diamond, the light bulb seen me he said I am done

singing
I see Mrs. Parker done moved the whip where she used to park er
I gotta stop by Zion house he got my fire starter

I'm tuned out, Grandma still

We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why

We don die we multiply
Never

Thug Passion

The Storm

All Eyez on Me

1996

it's relevant
But I'm a straight soldier
I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent
Trippin' over dead presidents
They got these derelicts
I throw

thought that I was luda light bulb when I was up under the neon lights
Teeth shining bright chains bright too
I might pour a two in my blue mountain dew