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what we can't do
Fire on both sides of the endless candle
Losing my vitamin D
My complexion getting lighter by week
Holed up secretly making fire beats

Still D.R.E.

Dr. Dre

Private Party Collectors Edition

2000

off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it

rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack

I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last

40 Acres

Killer Mike

Us or Else

2016

there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no

Rap Game

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack

I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last

all them scenes

Just a few days later, I started to see them in my dreams
Them pink skies, them low tides with the moon and stars up high
There's

a convicted felon, in kahoots with the police force
What they don't know is I've committed murder before

Yup, around here I'm the 'Flamingo Murderer'
Never

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

the same
I move like Saddam Hussain
Being chased by the leaders of our condition and contained
You can send us to the moon and we'll make it back
Out of this

Let's Get It On

Grand Puba

Eddie F. Presents - Let's Get It On: The Album

1994

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me

ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't

My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's

to bring me company
Surrounded by these walls of isolation making fun of me
Stare up at the moon and notice mars is not too distant
Then ponder how tomorrow

So I could tell you about it

I knew it when I stole her book from a box full
That was taken away
By our new landlord
I stayed up all night reading

Well, it's gonna get hot tonight, 
The moon is shining bright,
Well, I can tell by the size of the stars in your eye
It's gonna get hot tonight.

by the morning’s first light
Got to be getting on
One side of an album, babe
No time for breakfast, babe
I’ll be your once in a while
I’m back

I'm still caught in the wheel

Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'

Out posted on the pavement
My outposts on the Cayman
My last post just came in
And we rinse repeat, rinse, off to the moon, cause this is

your civil
Oh god your civil
But if your Irwin, all you wanna do is win (oh my oh my)
Oh my, Oh my...

Im not gon follow, I'll sip Moscato
By the bottle

Let's Get It On

2Pac

Hot Mixx

1997

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me

still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they

Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We

1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I

Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I