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Free James Brown

Foetus

Male

1992

never get the last nail outta the cross 
Befuddled by life and alone in death 
My dearest companion is crystal meth 
Dinosaurs callin' me back in time

feel like I really should stay

You call me
Asking for
Some time for you and me only

Say it to my face
That baby you are mine
Say it to my face
That's

Watching the gulls above the sea
How pleasant their call reach us here
Take a breathe of the scent from the seaweed and spray
That the tender breeze

I rise up bright and happy
By the tide
I rise up bright and early
The sun beams on me
Jade call me, by the alley
By James street
She told me she

(Chorus)

(Spoken)
Operators are standing by.
Give me a call, man.
Yeah, if the phone's busy, try again.

No, I don't wanna talk to Sonny.
I sure don't want

Say Ooh

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

you right
Man:	Right
Salt:	Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man:	I'm ok, I'm chillin'
	What we gon' do
	By yourself
Salt:	Yeah
Man:	What you up

bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with

I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in

calls to your mama baby
You're changing like the seasons
Cold ass and shady, back to back

Now I've been given words by mum and the many
Preach love

Make me feel much better, baby
By telling me you'll never stop (say you won't stop)

(Call on me)
I can feel your body burn into my flesh
(Call

only to fuck some bitches
Who the baddest in the game with a microphone in his brain
They call him James, but sometimes it's just Jamie
I'm crooked

Parade
Written and composed by James Gardin

[Chorus: James Gardin]
She so captivating
Caught me gazing
Even when you throw it together
It look

(Hello this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa) praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise

Gold Rush [Album Version (Edited)]

Clinton Sparks

Gold Rush

2013

Morrison
Return of the Mack, then break that ass off
Give me some Keith Sweat, ease back go off
Dry humping that kneecap till they scream last call
She

If there's a god, god bless the boys who pull me up from the lows 

Praise Howlin' Wolf, Dylan 
Praise Little Feat and Morrison 

When my obsessions

bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with

And "jiggaboo" and "spearchucker"
And ugly real ugly
By the local White folks
And the local Negroes too
Just because she was born tobacco brown like James Brown
Ma

days off
I'm King James when it's playoffs, I'm Steph Curry when it's playoffs,
I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs

Run up a cheque
Nigga just run up a cheque
We want the loot not the fame
We gonna ball like Lebron James
Me and the Royal X Gang yeah
Run up a cheque

Echo Leader

The Last Emperor

Rawkus Sampler

[Verse 1]
Broadcasting live from Ice Station Zebra
I break over beats made to blow out your speaker
The Jim Morrison of hip hop nice to meet ya

of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls

By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first

swear you're close, I swear you're close
Aye

You make a nigga bump James Blake on a weekday
Moving through the streets like yuh I'm feeling freaky
You

He is ill-famous James Taylor 
 He is known in the town all 
  
 He call me back only second days 
 I am reserved for Tuesday night 
 Since two weeks

Biblical 
Sticks and stone break bones but choppas will get rid of you 
Rode by your home and left it looking like a peekaboo 
Fuck a truce I'm Zues