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Never bring a shank out into a full gunfight
Put out ya lights out like I'm Jacob good night
Serving fiends brown, clear or that soft white
Caught a case

You can get it Right noooow
Talkin all freaky when I see you
You better be ready

You can get it Right noooow

In the kitchen by the stove just like

Introducting the Icon

Paul Wall

Neon Icon

2014

on myself with the tiger smell
Straight out the jungle, sting like kiss
Ice real cool, top lip frostbit
'Cause now I write Clark Gable on my cable bill
Bill

telling you is straight facts

My skin brown but they tell you that the shits black

The earths round but the draw it like the shits flat

 Mercator map

the chin smack 
These punchlines laying niggas flat 
Im the evolution and they all adapt 
By now i thought id be gone 
Shit, good thing that i think strong

late

I woke up this morning, feeling real good
So fresh, so clean, yeah, fresh out the suds
Fresh out the Roundhouse, I'm coming up out the woods
I'm

scorch my back and turn me rough and brown
The earth can shake and rumble - tear the houses down
But even when it's got me laying flat out on the ground
My

1,000 O'Clock

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only

Down in the Tube Station at Midnight

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine

This Is the Sound of an Electric Guitar

1993

change - and pull out the queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices

day lemme rise up to achieve
One day lemme migrate overseas (Yo)
Lemme skirt around sunset boulevard
Flip out the 5S
Send love to the team
When I mean

got it
(brothers and sisters)

Verse One: Booty Brown
Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two

a photographic children of
My primordial growth
You parade around a kill so damn proud
Like a flat-line fetish had
His feathers fanned out
War totem symmetry, skip

I spit facts loud!
Ate all the hash browns!
Got so much baggage I'll pass down!
Need a fat sound!
To pass out when I'm in the studio so I can kick

of the earth for her dad
The only snag they see’s how she got yellow from black
Made light of the bleaching by speaking in lighter tones so that
Was that, brown

Lost Boys

Death Grips

The Money Store

2012

(Lost boys)
Other side of da tracks
Scuzz outsiders
Nothin ta loose
Strike of midnighters
Lost boys
True black and blues
No shoes, flat tires

ain't wanna hit her and her friend because they both rats
Dog tried to slide in the whip I left him on flats
I be by myself don't need no fake niggas

the fall
Part of the seeds, John Brown picked off
Parted the sea, more times than they walked
Frozen, the four horsemen, and four more from the foreman
That

believe I ain't out here for clout
Before I could read I knew how to count
Put your ass on the wall like this flat I just mounted
My hill billy showed me

[Gun shots followed by screaming]

[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs

and I never had a limit so it's never no cap 
I done made it out the dirt now the tires on flat
Made a few wrong turns but I'm not going back 
And I might

cruising through town
I move with whos down
If there's road blocks its no flops
The back roads get found
This brand new sound
Brought to you by a flat boy no

You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i

now
Bro go in out the pin he stay on locked down
Feds come jump out the window I'm Forest Gump now
My bitch only drink on exclusive I'm on that brown

on me
Tryna ball on me, call the laws on me
Why

Cause I was beatin' his bitch cheeks
Hey, hey, this was no motherfuckin' dream
Chris Brown, wall to wall,