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the same when i took out of context
My Entourage is surrounded by lames who consider me part of a contest
My inner conscience is telling me go prove a point

or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck

Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique

Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master

Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0

You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. y'all givin'

and the dark
So there's nothing amiss
I'd rather die than see bondage, my nigga 
Ain't jumping the ship, bitch
I'll die by the trigger 
Protecting the home, shit

a poet
I'm just kidding, that shit's lame as fuck
You're chasing the bag, I'm making that bag every fuckin' day
By eating ass and giving head, I think I

fair
Live like a movie im always prepared
Lyrics and cadence my style is all rare
Drip and i post let em check and compare
Standards all set now im

fair
Live like a movie im always prepared
Lyrics and cadence my style is all rare
Drip and i post let em check and compare
Standards all set now im

bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above

round here the rich getting richer and the rest of us broke
Kids need hope bit of opportunities
They lacking jobs in they communities
All they got is time

Had to run this shit up
I'm staying stingy with the money
Keeping all of my bucks
And can't none you niggas take it from me
Leaving cash on the books

Had to run this shit up 
I'm staying stingy with the money 
Keeping all of my bucks 
cnd can't none you niggas take it from me 
Leaving cash

spitting bars, I'm chilling I'm up on a plane
Y'all don't change, y'all stay the same, I swear y'all doing the same thing (Ew)
Take it by the reigns, hop up

to leave be the plot 
Now it's time to buckle down and gain you a spot 
A purpose to stand by moral for you to rock 

I want to paint it vivid no worries no

to leave
be the plot
Now it's time to buckle down and gain
you a spot
A purpose to stand by moral for
you to rock

I want to paint it vivid no worries no

ever tell, never sold out
Skinny nigga, never frail, I go four rounds
Gang gang
Don't want none of my P's lil nigga
With the gladiator
Only run with G's

in my eyes but what I see could be fabricated
Already dead, on my day to day
I'm a tortured soul, no brand or label
Defeated
But driven by hope

Return of the Mecca

Pete Rock

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

agenda, something to remember
A richer voice than Robin Leach
I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach
Monumentally smooth, I'll prove it

need and can't afford
We shall take by force
Lightning battles and fruit salad
Pineapple surprise
Gripes
And whorish eyes
Camels ride
Questions rise

like I'm Quentin Miller
Fans thirsty so I'm giving them the bigger picture
Fuck who's getting richer
I'm inspired by the scriptures
My lyrics give hope

all these different methods of steal
It's not by taking money
It’s not by taking something
From somebody else
But it’s when creating abundance

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

like a lumberjack and me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that, I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D, when I let the rhythm hit another M.C.
Lyrics made

holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!)

[Verse 1]
Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty nigga
Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy niggaz