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Stack That Cheese

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I'm tired, let's switch with the van for me
When I make it by

Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl

on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor i'll piss on 'em
That's what the statue of bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club

Love
Don't want it from her
I want it from you
But I cant get your
Love
Its driving me nuts
Is it what I want or should I give up on
Love
Cant find

and murder
Now I'm runnin away 
And you call me an intruder
I'm reaching out for help
You advertised the freedom
Give me your tired and your poor
That was your

hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.

the fires, boy I see you right beside me
All the time spinning round your right behind me
Blissful everywhere, I am on the edge
Holding hands, side by side,

Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move

there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone

me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you

The poor remain in poverty, through years oppressed by industry
And this stress is killing me intensity, just looking for stability
But in this economy, do

on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's

Go 2 Sleep

Three 6 Mafia

Word of Mouf

2001

around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya

Go 2 Sleep

Ludacris

Word of Mouf [Clean]

2001

around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya

darkness no more
I've seen the serpent
Deceive lot of folks
Then watched the lamb give them
Folks a new hope
I've seen rich
I've seen poor
I've seen some

And your lover might live
Life to give, life to take
Never making mistakes
All wise enjoying everything right and exact
Poor facts, pro-black
Donnelly Homes

frenemies mad give a poor laugh
I'm rich in the spirit got more splash
They wondering how he afford that
Yeshua coming need more brass
Like, what's in your

These Colours Don't Run

Conflict

Deploying All Means Necessary [Bonus Video]

1993

is shocked by two disasters in nine days and
Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup.
1989 Berlin wall is torn down,
Freedom sweeps the East. In

Millionaires

Talib Kweli

Mission Control Presents Prehistoric Sounds

2000

the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste

question myself why I should live
I'm tired of bitches only here to drain me from what little love that I have left
Can't even say how I feel cause they

Like the last night we spent in Berlin
When we were stuck up in the city
Cause we missed the last train
By not even a minute
And it was leaving
As we

They should give me a raise
Most of us got a major upgrade
So I hope you don't hate staying up late
You never should've picked this job
Of course look

of the greed
I want to spend the night with me
Information overload
Just take your asperin and float 

Wasting my mind 

Home is where your heart will bleed
So

something outta nothing 

Can't depend on nobody else 
Had to go and get it by myself 
Got tired of digging in the couches, scrapping up some change to try