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On the isle of Filla Lilla out Hawaii way
A hula maiden gay strolled by on moonlit bay
There come-a to court her over the water
From a savage
turns us from boys to men
Stay focused on your focus don’t give your all to men
Cuz I’ve seen women get destroyed by men
Dam my little lyric, But you're
the lyrics someone lent
Stuffed with all these pretty words
But you had no idea what they meant
But people were thrilled by your elegant monotone voice
By
that was the case my nigga
I do not play with nigga
I stay out the way so you don't gotta hate a nigga
I gotta main tain
All of my nigga gang bang
I know
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
alone
You can't tell us
Where we can go
We are- un- con- tain- able
We are un con tain able
You are powerless
You are powerless
You are powerless
You
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Trible: Rather
[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
Singing em lyrics hit different
When everyone was listening, you could just blast them by yourself
And learn every fucking lyric to them
I loved it so much, it was like hysterics
my queue to go turn up the sound
Me and my dogs coming straight out the pound
Me and my broads smoke it straight by the pound
Yea see we tryna turn
[chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs
That tear at our backs like thistle down
The mirror's soft silver tain
Reflects our last and birthing hour
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
the first degree
The judge said take this prisoner to the penitentiary
They put the handcuffs on me put me on a pullman tain
Took me to Atlanta boys and tied
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
vela
Ki tain banna oh tu vekh
Likha main fat fat lagge sek
Band teri soch
Khulle tere parde
Jurt mere kol
Tusi bare sarde
Jado pendi boli
Darr lange
tains-pu
Qui m'enfument
Donc j'rappe des putains d'phases mées-cra
Malgré Georgio
J'suis pas à l'abri d'finir en cure
Et j'revisite en plus les endroit's
air like
Michael Jordan
So much comparisons
Lyrics got a simile chart
Instead of them
I Could rap all day
Like snopp dogs Business
I could rap all day
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
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