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straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'

Every day with pen in hand, I write until the pages tear
This is what I love to do, it comforts me when I am scared
My songs are like an avalanche,

that's really cute, her eyes are squinted, ass amazin'
Okay, back to the basic brains in another space
Safe to say out on vacation somewhere foreign

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

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

Every single day of the week 
And made the beat hella tight songs
And after a couple a months 
The album was finished so he gave the masterd
To the label

Josie

Donovan

Donovan File

1977

From the album catch the wind

Josie, I won't fail ya,
I won't fail you, have no fear.
Josie, I won't fail ya,
Give me one more chance, the day is

Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget

take
I just can't get my fill any other way

Every mask you deny every hope that you hide
Every crack in the ice that you dance by
Every day we collide

and you, we are nothing alike
Can't fall asleep all I do is just write
This is me in the day you don't wanna see night
Been acting right, had to sacrifice,

Nappy Roots Day

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

2003

because I am
I am because we are
Hey, its Nappy Roots Day!
we are on a holiday

Now throw your hands to the sky
bounce to the music we ride
we

Almost There

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

York  my third eye glides with the view like a hawk 

Defined  my mind is automatic  rhymes are tragic 

Fount in the attic  lost you in Asia  Minor

Slicker Than Your Average

Craig David

Slicker Than Your Average

2002

And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take

by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back

Brooklyn
Home of the Stuy
Bullets reloading and the homies get fly
Any day get slumped wit a k
Get money that’s the Brooklyn way
I keep it G all the way

Knowledge has no relief
People striving after wind
A vapor in the wind
They come naked in the world just like their end
People's eyes are not content
With

much solace
Like 30 days when that EBT hits your wallet
I wonder if I'm live in dream, moe
My corneas are open and I'm so foco
I guess its real cuz don't

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

a friend from a foe
And every different day it's a different fuckin hoe
And now that my pockets are gettin bigger
I'm meetin hoes who only want to juice

at the end of the day
I'm making this music, and you go repeat it
You like it, it goes on replay

This ain't no free ride, there are no hand outs
This is not

Staying up, up to late 
Saying we won’t ever wait 
for the moment to pass us all by 
Living while dumb are reckless 
I’m wishing days were endless

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

a poem throughout the days
Yeah yeah I find peace when my thoughts are complete
Face down cuz I'm giving god the praise
Yeah he gave me everything I need