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Yourself
You'll find that other people
Will have you hating your own Friends
And loving their enemies
So this generation, especially our People
Have a burden

to do that right
Umm this album is uh for the most part 
Very much like my own feelings my own emotions
My own struggles my own fears, so on and so forth

of kids are now thirty, no doubt
And some of my own dear teachers are my coworkers now
Hey Ross, we could've made an album decades ago
While the experience

those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

Yo, yo fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
Eighteen year old nigga making his own fucking beats

Kurdish
I would love to record my next album in my own language
My native and while I understand
Why you wouldn't want that
But if in between you Turks
We

judge, it's our life
Keep somebody that I love close by
Cause' they want me to die with my closed eyes
We gon' put him in the trunk if he OT
He tried

giving myself
The grace that it takes
To come to fruition
While I'm learning to trust the process
And my own intuition
I am lead by the gentle wind
That's

called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for

Put their own safety on the line everyday to show the world who they truly are (thank you)
I along with millions of others are fighting for their right

Echo

Nas

POISON

2018

The zone that we on, the zone that we own
I mean the zone that we own is the zone of our own
Goddamn, you can smell the cologne
Fly nigga shit, fly,

The album opens with Smoking A Poem, a piece that was written many years ago but still holds its own, maybe because poets continue to be a rare

Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted

Who's Number One?

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd

I own my masters, so I'm own damn master
I manage on my own, I don't need no manager
I'm driving the car, fuck being a passenger
We going to Mars,

and Papa picked cotton as kids
How is it proper, me shopping at Lids?
The bid that they did won them no compensation
We own this whole nation by right, I

as a nation and heal the fractures that divide us. We must all come together as a force for good so that we never again have to fuck our own wives. Until then

My Own Parade

Mayday!

¡Mursday!

2014

(phone rings)
What's up girl?
Ya momma said it's time to come home to show her
How to put our new album up on her iPhone

And I clone billions

own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They

cheese or old milk?
Ugh, You’ll never get a date dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick!
“Your last cover album sucked. You need singing classes
Oh

you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off

trashed
Trashed by my own
Trashed by people who feel that they're wronged
Mad at the fact that no amount of a song
Can bring any of their Son's home
Can

on Blessings
Boy It is a shame
Like that is the way that we show that we saved
Get your own shovel dig your own grave
Pointing at satan for someone to blame
Our