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The Rhythm

Kwamé

Kwamé the Boy Genius: Featuring a New Beginning

1989

name ain't Martin Luther
But I'm considered the king
yo, my beats pumped by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier
my brain is the amp
I got the beats

Bluesman

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.

But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.

cover your eyes, if you don't You might get blind
I'm one of a kind, hand picked i was Designed
I'm not defined by the perimeters of Your mind

I ain't

She got slut by the gang so I ain't kissing her
I ain't kissing her
She a hoe what the fuck why you fixing her
I'm a young nigga
Tuh
Yeah
Bitch
I'm

was bitch?
I'll really pull up with a glock inside of my hip
He thought that'd I'd need a helping hand
I ain't no need no helping hand
I got one
Like

in the morning, pray to God and then I serve
But ain't no chains on me
Cos' I didn't do this shit for fashion
Still got stains on me
Wishing I could

All of my shooters related
All of my shooters related

He 12, he not gone shoot nobody, he gone pass the glock like Brady
Ain't have to recruit

two piece
Nah Quan ain't with it, he on nothin'
Bro up pole, yeah you know that he dumpin'
Taz quit all the cappin', you buggin'
Smokin' your father,

know this money can't get my niggas out the casket
I made a million dollars, still ain't happy
Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me

to shovel the snow for buck 
Everyday i was testing my luck 
Me and Brodie got jumped by the Truck 
Had a gun to my face but ain't buss
I was only like 9 what

you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your

a touchdown
Got it out the mud had to bust down
Yea water on my neck hope I don't drown
Yea all up in my bag like I'm Irving
Big shark in the deep I be lurkin'

again
I got fuck all left and give everything
And get nothing back, because love is wack
So attacking them is my best defence
I aint ashamed to admit it
I

ABBA Undeleted

ABBA

Thank You for the Music [Box]

1995

Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door

Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie

Yea lil' baby I got it for cheap
She a freak, she gonna drop to her knees
Bro spot a opp gotta hop out on feet
I get knocked I ain't copping the plea

And Solid Gold
My Name On The Radio And In The Magazine
My Picture On The TV Screen
It's Ain't Like That Yet, But -Huh- You'll See
I Got Potential And You

to the bro, We smokin gas this ain’t no lows
Man I be shining can’t deny it I got the drip from head to toe
Don’t Cross the line or waste my time ain’t talkin

UFO Has Landed in the Ghetto

Ry Cooder

The Slide Area

1982

stops the action, everybody's mystified
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by

Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no

the squad, nigga shots fired
Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (My niece)
Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (Drank)
Hit 'em if he cross the gun line

Ah yes, they're off and running again
The campaign trail
And doesn't he look like himself?
Back in the saddle again

Roy Rogers and Buck Rogers

The Grand Finale

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

think it kill em to sit and know that he still feel me, still
The steal tucked like jerseys
You tried to pluck I'm Ky Irving
I'm good in my lane I never

by Hotline9)
Weed got me higher than a Martian
Fuck 12, they ain’t never gonna catch me
They ain’t start yet
SeeTwelveRun gonna kill it, I can’t stop

up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand