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needed a change
Stay in your lane, fuck boy you and I ain't the same
Pen game bitch you checkers I'm chess
Both know you can't fuck with the best,

checkers, so you better check tutorials
Beating me in chess would be meritorious
I see euphorias where there's no notorious warriors
Where we play chess

and frequency
And with a low frequency you are going no where cause you have No energy to strive
I am hungry for more
So I gubble on this beats till I bust like

You and I

Mu

The Last Album

2003

content with the mastery of words
Realize the importance is just being heard
By fans who love you and you love them
And honestly it's love that moves this

side.

No matter how hard i try,
I just wanna let it go.
No matter how much you cry,
I can't come back for more.

No matter how hard i try,
I just wanna

Psycho Bitch II

Tech N9ne

The Box Set

2009

or money the man said it
You can run a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's Psycho like Michael
You might go

DJ can you play that record back
I ain't got to check how to make matters facts for fact checkers
See that's checkers, but I came to play the game with

Pimp Squad

The Alchemist

1st Infantry

2004

tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops

Cameras/Good Ones Go Interlude

Drake

Take Care

2011

talkin' on the low
But it's cool, know you heard it all before
That's why I asked you

How you mean? How you mean?
Thought you knew about the team,

J-Star nigga wild fat, it's mad funny
Bitches try to find his piece , but all they see is mad tummy
Beam on his back, like how you gon' run, you ain't fast

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

to drop it low and low and low and low and low
Tell her to whine it slow
Tell her to drop it low and low
But tell me what you fiening for
Saw her hoping

Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell

Yeah, Yeah
Here we go again
Imma kill it till the end
Tell these faggot niggas whats what
Tell me how you feel when you see me with the gin and your

sorry bub
You a scrub, chub, chubby wubby lovey dovey
Call ya club buddies go runny runny ya nutty (Run away)
Talk on Tony ain't funny, it's ludicrous

the face
Skinny ass nigga but his pockets overweight
Lil' ass nigga with a big ass gun
Ridin' in the double R feelin' like a don
Chess not checkers, you

Need to get you one, need to get you one
Get you a nigga that can fuck
Get you a nigga that can fuck
Ouu

Now go on, tell your girlfriends
And brag a lil

it, shit I must be God favorite
Never gave a hand, but they say they want a favor
You can be great, it's just really how you play it
Last year was cool,

You can see me but I can’t be touched I’m a mirage
No matter which way you pedal that shit ain’t gone ride
No matter how hard they knock I won’t let me

playing round I’m not
I’m here how can you question the acquired my spot
I did what need to be done you busy doing a lot
Got a move for every plan I’m

tell that something wasn't right
All that empty space on the horizon
If you can't see a throne why even try?
Never did no drugs, maybe I should try

and privileged
Ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro
Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
Separation is bein' woke and goin'

Verse 1:
The will to win's driven me to distinction/
The will of men is so low it's like the brink of extinction/
What you thinking?/
My heart is

Backdoor became a trend, shit got me gripping on this banger
You went too far to work it out, like bitch go find a trainer
But now my pockets chubby, I'll be