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(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture

Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that

Stop to dey move like bolo
Move your bombom well o
Move your bombom well o
Let the bombom take control o

I dey live my life
So just lеave my life
I dey

Bloodline

Lil Wayne

500 Degreez

2002

(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture

about the identity and the environment eh
Can people be shaped and defined by the place
The place that they live, walk, breathe, talk, work, that is

Old... Old... Old Thang Back
O... OTB
By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical
Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
Snap rapping wasn't De

MY STORY 
OH GLORY OH GLORY OH GLORY 
I’VE LIVED ALL THE LIVES THAT MADE HIS STORY 
AND NOW IM HERE IT’S BY DESIGN I’VE LIVED IT’S TWICE IT’S MY STORY

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is

underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she

Money m-o-n-e-y (money)
Money m-o-n-e-y (money)

M-o-n-e-y, what you need to just get by
Money, honey, ain't it funny?
Money, people wanna die

whips in the back
It's like I played a part roots
I gotta roll the dice got a heart cold as ice
You hearing these bars and you
Living through a solider's

have been on
I'm glued in this game
Foundation built from the roots to the stem
I told you, ke bothata
O ska tlo tella
I bodybag beats, I'm proper
All

horny and some that you cannot live with
Some that get you up at night and tell you "you ain't breathing"
Clearly you won't see them,Till you've looked

P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit

me root for me
That's right dawg and my momma proud
I'm a slut when it comes to the beat selection, yeah I get around
Fuck around on any sound, that's

Like a roth ira my flow grows with time
I studied the greats I still study their primes
My favorite Jay album was the black album
Nothing was

eat
Never moved by the flood, never feeling defeat
See the roots too deep, rose in concrete, I proceed...

Took forever for me to proceed though right

yeah
Nottz the ruler, V. Rich, Rasta Roots (forever, motherfuckers)
Shit is overdue, Diggy Dawg, Donald Juice
Y'all know what it is
We're them kids

calling a York.
 
I wanna end you like done eating pork
(hehe)
…
Yo!

Kill or be killed what I live by, 
The love that they show nigga ain't buy.

I'm

Like they always copy mannerism but they never start
From the very root of it's being and that is how can I be me
Locked in a realm of bliss (Bliss)

of the fittest, no time for remorse
Of course, no crib to live in so he take It by force
I mean poverty and public housing
Residents? About a thousand, nobody know

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

I'm Still #1

Cypress Hill

In tha Beginning...There Was Rap

1997

still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I

of banku 
As his mussel of Banku
Gake edze mekafua edokui o de?
But a Salt does not praise itself?
Now see what has become of us? 
We boasted of our Gold