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From cracks in the walls 

My silence was stolen

By sirens going off 



It's the same old cycle 

Same old ending 

How can I just keep pretending

of my dreams
Player now listen lotta blacks locked down
But comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six
My track crew and my mother
Make these police

come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey! 
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in 
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's 
No lights

Hyenas

Duke

Bankroll Mafia

2016

facts at, nigga
But you come in half-assed, I'mma max that nigga
Catch is ass in my hood, I'mma tax that nigga
If he run, give you ten if you catch

This ain't a single baby this a heater
I need my money longer than a meter
I'm hotta' than the devil in the freezer
I'm cookin' up some potent crack

on the beat

On my trap shit right now
Ya know
Im real tired of these niggas on these tracks
And they don't sound like shit
Ya know what im sayin
Cuz when I get

the chance that I get up and wreck you fucking dead?
Joking a lot, working all day, it never ends
Fate's here, thot, I got the slick tether in my hand, yah
I

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

worker, R.C.
Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
My voice box run through tracks like wild

son's knee
Just so he can stand on his own two feet some day in the future
By the way, a week later inside of my oven blew up (yeah, that actually

Get It Right

DMX

Opposite of H2O [Clean]

2000

Smokin' yo' a**; put two through the pillow
Hear my s*** through windows
Manic depressive, and my head hurts
Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first

sitting in the central, see?
Can't be cornered in my circle by out of shape squares - who? Me?
Don't judge a book by its cover, it's important what's

on the scene
For the last 20 years (chuah)
A thousand different labels always in my ear
(chuah) they want me to headline 'em
But I'm steering clear (chuah)
When

Wooh
And if it's pure crack, I get charged when the sound hits
Bitch, this is my outlet, my plug knows I'm a bass head
Someone call in a doctor, that's

you can meet me here
With you on my side
There is nothing to fear
By the end of this track
I'll be shedding a tear
Leaning in close
Whisper in my ear

call hubby
I can't commit like suicide thoughts
Deep in my thought heard god tell me pause
Tryna relieve all the stress that I caused
Inside myself by

An elephant in the room
Until I fit in my tomb
I crawled up out of the mud
And hopped up inside a new coupe
I'm putting on for myself
Until I fill up

different I captured your interest 
You're after the rapture that's trapped in these sentences 
Low key I'm greatly feared by my peers 
They avoid me like

different I captured your interest 
You're after the rapture that's trapped in these sentences 
Low key I'm greatly feared by my peers 
They avoid me like

R.A.K.I.M.

Rakim

8 Mile

2002

that lay dead in the turf
Cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest

of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage on the wall
You in

I'm cold in my heart
I'm cold on the throne
Surrounded by snakes
Made it here on my own
I played my part
Now I'm cold to the bone
Ye I got a house

Who's the Boss

Nelly

Soul Night

2003

In the center like Jihadi

Your salty conversations about me and my relations
I done had, made man
A gang of baby Dads
Why you whinin' like you

I'm comin' in with a 40 and a grin
Ain't no point in plannin' i'm recording on a whim
Intergalactic, i shit on your track list and piss on your

of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver

But remind us, why would I wanna go
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