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just do what I can,
So I hurt, and play guitar, and then I cried when I sang
Along to bopping tunes and musicals and slow ballads
And the Smiths when I

for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do

L' Esqualita

Soft Cell

This Last Night in Sodom

1984

one hand to the bosom
Paid for by the ballad
But somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love

Chi Chi at the Bar
Dressed à L'Esqualita
Talks

and outa nowhere, G.E. Smith comes over to save me.
You remember G.E. Smith?
He played for the Saturday Night Live Band and used to tour with Hall and Oates

(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson

I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will

Gabriel's playing for me?
A king needs a queen, and Clara my dear
Will you sit on this throne again?
Can I be forgiven?
Clara: “Of course my love.”
Sherlock:

straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in

product of my environment
Bro a ex-killer, come out retirement
If he go down by himself for that case he'll tie you in
They gon' pull your strings like

want you by my side
But it ain't right, no
To be a burden for you
Don't you cry it'll be alright
On the flip side yuh
Yo we'll keep in touch
No need

The Funk

EPMD

Out of Business [Limited Edition]

1999

[Erick Sermon] 

Uh huh 



[Parrish Smith] 

Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' 

Kid don't mess with fire because

The Tragedy of Mr. Smith

None of us know how they control us - undercover
All our secrets saved

These endless different data files
letter strings

weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons

as your body lies in it's casket 

I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket 

Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks 

And if your bitch is a dime

ON THE ROAD
HIS SONGS WILL NEVER BE GONE, THEY ARE THE WINGS OF THE EARTH
HE’S NOT A ROCK MACHINE
BUT SOMETIMES IT SEEMS HIS BASS IS POWERED BY GASOLINE
HIS

day and red by night, eyes will bleed and lose all sight
Darkness cometh, Chelsea smile, Bell Lord come erase the light
Eyes burning bright I lose my

Youth of Eglington

UB40

Under the Influence: UB40

2007

The youths of Eglinton 
Won't put down their Remington 
The youth of Brixton 
They bave their 45 Smith and 
Wesson pistol pistol 
The youth

Youth of Eglington

Black Uhuru

Liberation: The Island Anthology

1993

The youths of Eglinton 
Won't put down their Remington 
The youth of Brixton 
They bave their 45 Smith and 
Wesson pistol pistol 
The youth

Dollar Bill [Anything Alternate Version]

Scarface

Deeply Rooted: The Lost Files

2017

For a dollar bill, people will do anything
They'll rob and steal for a dollar bill, anyway

For the dollar bill, people will do anything (Yes,

Spread Love

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

for hours
Won't save me for a minute
Till I move on you cowards
Direct drama to us
Infamous be the ones and we rowdy
Million dollar ballad make

Dirty linen in place- for public scrutiny,
ct our impasse- scene in the movie,
I'll tell you about this reality
That I see, I'm
Watching us arguing

in dirt
This is not an accident I am built for this
Spent years fucking starving I will kill for this
My vision is to build a path for street kids

I'm playing a nightclub

They're doing my one-act!

I'm working for Redbook

I rewrote the ballad

I finished the story

We started rehearsals

Smith
Who may have deflowered my west indies
Now Homer Simpson my John Huey!
Lewis Clark my morning news!
Marcellus Wallace my alopecia!
Then Will Smith