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breakfast 
These piggybacks got me
Checking on my necklace
The two time felon
With the squeaky clean record 
I be living by the code 
In return I get these

season,
For obvious reasons,
That we are the shit,
no body movin,
But still on a trip,
So stop being bitch,
Cause my hands got a itch,
And we moving so

beat tho. 
Im on a different wave coz I'm right by the beach hoe.
On my pedal bike with the wheels that squeal tho.

I ain't smoking Darg, I'll roll

the greatest
If you don't believe it
Okay just wait and see
I can do all things through Christ
He who strengthens me
Guided by the light
Jon Is born to fight
Any

8 Steps to Perfection

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

the grand canyon 

Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon 

Searching for my style like Job-Corps 

Coming home on work release

Set It Off

J-Dawg

Dawg House

1997

always drop the hoes even though I might be fumbling.
You know Violent J won't slip, yo G, they hate his I Q-tip, 
'cause his punk ass went ahead

The fall was pretty nasty
On that we can agree
But they're never really clean
And sometimes neither is the break
And by the time I left you
The room

some boys who are down for ping pong
Shout out to my boys Deconik, and I-ron,
With them by my side I could never go wrong

My lyrics are so hot, yeah you

work for us, nigga, 'cause we employ
And niggas ain't have no real money since the unemployment
By time the PPP came, I had a half a ticket saved

O.G. Original Gamer

Jonathan Coulton

This Gigantic Robot Kills

2009

baby in a basket, seven pounds is all I weighed
And before I learned to walk well I'd mastered Donkey Kong
Q'bert, Final Fight, Master Blaster and Pong

I go by first name j
Middle name Siix
I was born at 606
On 806
Last name Smith
And
I got a thang for hips
And
I got a thang for lips
And
I gotta

frame
Dub the sound
And why
What for
I lost my sense of purpose
Catch the parchment
In the Bronx
Bloody when he hardflip
Tip toeing
Disco’ing
I'm

to sleep 
Got him steady thinking all white nigga mister clean 

You ain't gonna do a thang get the pine sol 
Give a fuck bout what you thinking imma kill em

want the digits
Die a Happy man and leave my kids the family business
No need for planet fitness cause my flex has been consistent
Want to be Balling by

When company came over he'd preform and get tips
While I'm eatin' at night,
In the kitchen he'd be able,
To get the food scraps that I threw under

that bag all he gotta do is clean it
I been going mobile all day 
No bando trappin out the Camry 
C.O.D cash on delivery 
Keep my hand up swanning in

Vintage by the bottle
Brought a couple grapes with me
Sipping on moscato while your
Ugly date tips me
And before I leave the room I
Make sure nothing ain't

the handcuffs,
Tell her down on your knees for the sabre wolf...
Gonna save ya like it’s Bella from your fella luv, 

Young or old bitch is sold,
Hit the cake

the speakers,
Couldn't get schooled even by the bleachers,
If I got schooled then I fucked the teachers
Keep your distance...
I drink just enough to be

He'd get his hands on a sheet and a felt tip
If the scheme isn't clean and pristine then well, shit
The sheet gets split in a single fell rip
If a single

bright don't need a light cause my soul glow
I need the money for I leave or it's a no go
Real nigga bitch I'm not the one the pick on
Pretty black bitch I

is battin' her eyes
He just tips his hat and smiles at her and lets her pass on by

(Chorus)
He tries real hard to speak the truth
Doesn't take

to leave the sprint
Thought a nigga would it was just a wish

I just been stacking all about my chips
She just been working think she want a tip
Going for

was spose to clean the kitchen
Ride for my brudda you can ask tip cause he been a witness
If you ain't my brudda I advise you just to keep yo distance