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Know That

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo

potato hop the toad
Grey the skies that bode
Oh so well, for adventure is owed
Life's a debt
We repay by living
Givin' thanks for thanks giving
Fillin'

said I would fail. 
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words. 
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.

And for the record I did not start this shit
I'm just here to finish this shit
Yeah

I got a problem with a lot of people lying
Smith & Wesson on me,

There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner

Noël Coward

The Compact Coward

1989

depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.

There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner

Noël Coward

Twentieth-Century Blues: The Songs of Noël Coward [Ichiban]

1999

depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.

taking that
Watch the paper stack
Can't ever take a nap
This ones for the people
Praying in the steeple
Gods bigger than the beatles
Flow sicker than

get wacked oo
I just might need therapy fa dat oo
I think I see dead people jack oo
I think I need therapy fa that to
I'm a black man livin in America

Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out

pray for a better days worser days
everyday mi people them a 

VERSE 3:

Them say better days are comin by and by,
by and by and by
better days are

these days

Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International

Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga

We Made It

Drake

Trophies

2014

shittin' gold these days

Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International

Nigga we made it,

I'm 'bout to throw this nigga over the ledge
Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead
Could let him find out for himself, or I could

real cold
I murder fake fucks, call em dildos
It's real ho, my people saying 3ird, just chill bro
For real bro, but I ain't stopping til I see some real

it all to chains 
Sliding be so easy getting money by the grain 
Every girl is tainted they only talking to my fame 
When I get my money I’m gone leave

you nothing but dead man
Souless people is what the devil shred man 
Stop dying over street cred man 
You're not a gangster cause you gang bang 
When

special 
Woo

I've got a brand new baby 
And she's got a big plan 
She's such a special lady 
And she goes by Dead Hand 
(She's amazing) 

I've got

an eater
And if I can't go get that nigga ill send some shots to snatch his people
He blew some shots I sent some back we did that shit just like a sequel

losing our manners but can you blame us
We trying be famous had to cut people off
If we were you yeah we would hate us
Fake people been tried to play us

yea
Kiss the ring
I pray my cousin sign me why Because I don't trust these other niggas
Got to keep it in my family not meaning drake
Cause I don't

fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed

See y'all egos pretty brittle now
I cut 'em out, fillet 'em up, and watch 'em sizzle now
Aye
Don't forget the H in front the town
The people all around

Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I

Still and dead we never lived
Walls of dreams hold little children
Free hadronic mercied old hate
The drakes caw
Then teach
Tall displacement
Madweave