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Ring the Alarm

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

is gripped my lyrics do split up like
Bombs from Vietnam
Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
Lyrics I lick with my tongue
And rhymes I

There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner

Noël Coward

The Masters' Voice -- Noel Coward: His HMV Recordings 1928 to 1953

1993

from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're

Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Cause my preachin' got 'em
Thinkin' I'm really eatin' so to speakin'
My lyrics got my breath reekin'
Yes, I your rap sire

been given, wassup?

Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on

Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them

the bombs guns and machete
Above the law cus my mind stays Revolutionary
Never was the type
To believe conspiracy theories 
But by the way life is out here

K.O I’m snoring all till the morning
Cut off the head of Medusa I’m coming for all the opponents sick you to ya stomach
Lyrics so sick I might vomit

Everything is gold
My music be platinum
Go and watch now
My fans they liked em
My lyrics were dope
My music was catchy
Saving the best
When the best

check, look

You can't just read your lyrics,
You gotta be your lyrics
You gotta eat, sleep, and breathe your shit
Check me
You can't just say your lyrics

defeat

[Chorus]
Any beat I’m on Yeah, I murda I Kill em wit the flows lyrics, punchlines I Murda
I Kill em wit d flows Lyrics, punchlines Like Hitler I

lyrics that I'm spitting about to split up all your brothers
Uh, I like it when she's spitting about to fuck somebodies mother
I just left her dripping

But it matters to us"

They want something that feeds off my pain
So I wrote them this album
These lyrics the only thing keeping me sane
Yeah I know I

you want or anywhere you at
I'll pick you up cause you're a thot
What's the plot? I'm not a cop but
Better call my homies by their names, dawg
They can

Woke up by 2am feeling like a drunk man
Thinking of the warmth and the touch of your hand
I'm a broken young boy that you used like a toy
And each

remember being broke but now I'm moving south huh
People told me I was stupid cause I didn't have no clout huh
Rappin lyrics bout my life I'm on anotha route

head
Woah!
Time to make these lyrics alive
I'm 'bouta wreak havoc, gonna transcend
Woah!
I'm in my bag yo
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me start by saying,

I often think of my younger days, when I was motivated by hunger pains
Pockets filled with a ton of change but that wash money don't bring a ton

can caress it
They can be everywhere I cannot be
My lyrics are surely
My lyrics are surely happier than me
I'm a lonely mad man in my den
Morpheus,

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

Feeling like it's that Time to blow, Wonder how much time I've got to go
This some fire stop drop and roll
Lyrics spread like a disease it's getting

about a gift that biggie gave me in the afterlife
He set me on a mission spit the lyrics live in paradise
Other rappers richer but their lyrics only half

of the Song
1 Mill by 1.cuz, Gidde & Asme
Make a dessert, I'm making a
We are living the life you want
In front of the start of my hits
You'll wish you

on the mad beats 
Big up to Genochill
Riddim is massive
I ain't stopping now.
cnd if we got rappers among us,
I'm a slay them with my lyrics but 
I ain't no

Standing in the kitchen
Surrounded by pans and pots
Spitting out words and phrases
All the hot gossip that I got
Hey man did I tell you
It's the craziest

Coming at you with the truth
Soldiers of Christ coming at ya

Yo, Check out these Christian lyrics that I'm about to bust
I got the skills to kick