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Hold On (Never Give Up, Never Give In)

John Kay & Steppenwolf

Rock & Roll Rebels

1987

Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rockett Ritchotte

If the heart is a lonely hunter
Then the mind is a loaded gun
Sometimes it begins

Excursions

A Tribe Called Quest

The Low End Theory

1991

Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend

Groove With It

Big Daddy Kane

Prince of Darkness

1991

demand most
Funky as parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross
I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin' that sound nervous
You want it to be live, so

[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch

cannot cause a scene
Feel like I keep calling out
But you won't answer me
It's a love war, pull that choppa out
When it come to you, I play for keeps
I

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

daily existence
Is in question, threatened by the world you live in?
I can't fathom, let alone imagine
The feeling that your next breath could be your

on the dash in Ubers
I'm with the crew in a van we moving
I was in school then I planned, Start a movement
If you calling me salmon I'm calling you stupid, ya

Foreman
Animals with me like I'm George Orwell
You been forewarned boy, I'm brainstorming
I'm up late, no James Corden, no camcorders
They never see you

me to lose, but they see that I win
No Michael Jackson, but beat it lil' bitch
I'm appalled that you would
Compare me to them for every hater I balled

bout to give you vertigo
I feel like Michael Jordan
Cuz this personal
Y'all just talking bout your money
Flexing it just like some fools (Y'all lame for

hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit

Sitting through the night calling on Christ (Lord)
Yeah I did It By The Book,(Tell Em)Yeah I Did It By The Book(Tell Em)
All this pain that it took
Yeah I

back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive

deceased mother (Moment of silence)
Lay down a rose for me, would you?
Light up a candle for me, could you?
For George Floyd and all five of his children
I

fuck your business and your money
Watch us burn it down
Cause you ain’t give a fuck about us when they gunned us down
I am George Floyd
I am Sandra Bland

strengthens me
My new life
Squeaky clean
Cuz I've been washed by the blood of the Lamb
Who lives in me
So when you see me coming dine
Swangin' corners repping

daddy
Shawty from DC, you know that She ratchet
Inna GoGo screamin look at my fatty
Baby i grew up a bastard
Got it by myself, no help frm daddy
Where I'm

me by
You got me like
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others thou art calling
Do not pass me by
You ever been down on your worst day
I'm

And smoke this weed
And dive in deep
I'm feelin' like we Michael Phelps
And note to self 
A blunt will help 
And you don't gotta hurt yourself 
Deep

hooray ya I'm naughty by nature
They calling it gray but I'm calling it platinum 
I bet when I'm hotter they say it's what's happening
I know the haters

If I could tell 2 teachers from my past fuck you/ it’d be my second n third grade teacher who didn’t have a clue/ n I would say that shit to their

You know lately I’ve been just going through some things man.
We all have time in our lives When we go through shit. And it Feel like you just never

Visualize why I'm traumatized (Corrupted)
Cause death is glorified
Dead ass where I'm from (You know the vibes)

You're lucky to see twenty-one
Youngins