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When I press play
The road is tough, and I can’t wait to be blowing up
These rappers suck, but they keep on fucking showing up
What more do I gotta do,

Dirty

Bun B

M.I.A.M.I.

2004

ya life 
Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs 
So watch where you put the map on the dash 
Cause they might end up clapping ya ass 
Why you think

Everybody got dope, but I serve the best
Everybody taking my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better than

the power
And my time left to record is ticking by an hour
Don't expect my album to be as sweet as a flower
And if you say it's bad you must be on that

who he be

Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be

This all took place 8 months
After I got

took place 8 months 
After I got saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ 
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to 
Was

Pimp the Ho

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

the sucker MC's just leave me alone
They might suck on yours, but they can't get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time
I'm not talkin bout

No More Interviews

Big Sean

No More Interviews

talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead

(yeah)
Woke up a giant trying to find a piece of
(mind and)
Mind you I kept to myself on my island
(quiet)
See no evil, hear no evil even
(left my)

Big Brother

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

opps might get dumped to
This that funk, girls shake they rump to
This that funk, opps might get dumped to
This that funk, girls shake they rump to
This

That’s the type I keep next to me
Ask them 
They’ll tell you I’m next to be
Theres my legacy 


Ain’t no time to play 
I got too much work to do
While you

Wanna Know

Obie Trice

XXL Raps, Vol. 1

2005

Trice, Emil hit 'em, let's go

Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8" stature
Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor
But Joe ain't the host

is going to be Hillary Clinton!
You might not like it, but they gotta
Hear it i ain’t here to massage
You with a fake truth, telling you that
Hillary

a man; stood near eight feet tall
Touched the very sky
And whenever he walked by
He made all the grown men look so small
But all the gray haired wrestlers

ahead
Some might be better
But they don't work harder than me
Race to the top
I'm ahead of em
Ed Ed and Eddy
Since Ed Ed and Eddy
Perfecting my educate

but im str8 2x

2ND VERSE
Im str8 you crooket they talking money lets do it book it i get respect in my hood you dont these nixxaz be snitching do that

thought was on 21 face
Blunts blazed, like mascots
I pull up, I score, they run away
I send back shots, wait pause
Fuck 16 bars, I write 8 balls
Wait, halt

of the giant
Tell me this then
What happened to the cars flying, Tesla bro
Is there really intelligent life on Mars, extra terrestrial
Do people get abducted by

represent the High 80's
Eighty Eight percent that's a B plus
Throw it in the sky like Jesus
H'z nigga I know they wanna be us
Brazy this Brazy that
They all

Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations

to let go
You have to let them go
Because they need their freedom
They need their independence
They can't be dependent upon you, that's right
They need

than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I