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Bombs Over Bahgdad

Unlinked Artist

A Tribute to Outkast: The Lounge Below

2004

that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up

MVP

Hi here's Pasqui 
Pass me the mic
I wanna try 
To make my sound be like a dynamite
Say wow , it's great
You gonna scream this motherfucking words

Lemme track this one
I like the tone
(like this, like that)

My mama ain't been calling me
cfter she found that I didn't wanna read the pages stacked

stop
Rise like a balloon, hope we do not pop
First at homecoming, now a wi-fo bop
Just living for God even though I am a kid
Got that child like faith

tracks really blast past
The initial gas factor, but the product really don't wear
Drip like the nasty shit that's hanging outcha nose hair
First it was

Legendary aspiration build us up like high rise
Said we had next. Next is now. That's how time flies
When you get a shot, hit the gas, that's a drive by
Been

It's the home of the kids and the bleachers, don't tell us the truth we won't take it from ya
Run me a check then I run that shit up
Wanted the fame

gimmicks
Let's kick it again just to let you hit this no limits
Bet it sounds lit kids by the end of it I was pissed
Boutta uplift cynics spirits but please

enough room in this town
For the both of us
I put the fear in this town
I'll put you right in the ground
(Like so!)
Take all your cattle and land
I'm just

track
Time traded for money is crummy dummy thats bold facts
Cuz I'm Leading a dope pack
Brains got the roadmap
Directions I wrote that
By thinking with

With a hand full of bullets
And a list of demands
We did this by ourselves
And we need each other
Running for the mile with the cops to get us
Yeah
It’s

a plan
Run
A heart ahead of his head
A controversial trend like white kids with dreads
So if you think about it
I was out of it
A girl grabbed her life

Black Lives Matter, Defund the Police
Did I make you mad? I'm sorry you're sad, I don't want you to live uncomfortably
Now turn off the track I've

True Religion jeans on boy you better run
I'm stepping out fresh got em biting me like gum
I used to rock the one
And now I am the one
The Nappyhead Kid

Just a pale blue dot, surrounded by ten thousand satellites...

That track everywhere that we go, and monitor every single phone call...
How clever,

One day at a time, been waiting that shift like a wage on the side
We're craving your shit, get that shades out my eyes
Concealin' my thoughts, guess

like everybody else
Going green you started workin on your health
So ride that coaster aye
I'm supposed to be
Doing everything
Who gone help me bring

familiar pain
Real life buts it plays like it's really a game
Used to be poisoned by desire of internet fame
Missed shots, but these liars improving my aim

they ears
Hate when I get writer's block cause I just can't get out of it
The pen is scribing words but I ain't put the realest content in
Like I'm

Painted Yellow Lines

Dispatch

America, Location 12 [LP with Poster]

2017

The one where the kids break out of juvie
And then by their own admission
They go and turn themselves all in
Just as they get there to the station

was a hit
But you just laughed like I
Was some kind of kid
Now don't you regret what you did?
I wish you'd get off my tip, yes
That's my request
You

fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes

too long and this thing will fly right by you
True (Vrooom) So I smoke cool
Slow it down and let it proof, like a game plan on blue

Chalked out my

know that guy
I just hope he dies
And I hope I live
I associate with the new fucking kid
Putting skid marks on the tracks that made them happy
Fuck their