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happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door

separated by 3 feet/
He was Ready, pulled a note he wrote in the morning/
Put it on her desk, walked back while ignoring/
Jake, Laughing in his seat just foot

Twenty One

Ferlin Husky

Memories of Home

1963

After the service was over it filled your papa's heart full of joy
When the preacher petted you on your little head
Looked over me and say you sure got

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

supposed to meet
But when I see you I'm in shock and I forget how to speak
My words get trampled and trapped while I trip over my feet
But I know just what

fucking split
Humanity is gone
I'm so cynical
My head is pure chaos
I am flooded
By emotions and by fucking thoughts
And my god damn actions of past

still hear your mama calling
Don't go near the water

We fell right in went over our head
But we didn't go near the water
Nothing beats the young

Feet grounded to the souls of the dead
But still bulletholes surrounded the
Arc in my feet to the crown on my head
Preach, listen how I pledge
I've been

the city core, entertainment gimme more,
Streetcar down to Ossington, try to party on pennies, or
Goodnight everybody, head back and 
Go stick my head in my

no physician
Blow his head off from six feet away
That's social distance

The crib big
But I'm cookin' up work in brodie kitchen
Headshot or I kill

I lie

My body be full of them demons
From the top of my head to my feet
Head spinnin' like it's goin' through seasons
Won't stop till the cycle

Constellation Prize

Jason Webley

Against the Night

1999

over your head, 
A fading lover in your bed, 
And a fleeting immortality balanced on the tip of your toe. 
I spent about eleven hours making love last

Long as you ten toes down, become a man on your feet
Hold your head high, we can't be sinking in the sea
it ain't no lifeline for the strong or the weak

Ghetto Commandments

T-Pain

Freaknik: The Musical Soundtrack

2010

shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said don't talk,
Shoot you in ya ass daddy's head and feet,
And how you gon' walk
I'm sick in the head, I piss in

Comme Des Garçons
Got these hearts all over me
Oh damn I’m feeling good
I'm just rocking my supreme
Oh damn she did me dirty
But I’m still lookin

see you
And try to get my feet off the ground
I feel so heavy
Breath so thick I could drown
Can you come over
We could lie and pretend to find joy in

over me I guess I'm into that
Who am I to resist, oh if you insist
Bow down at the feet of God's gift
Or at least I thought you were
But as all

enough
When I could beat him at video games
He stopped playin'
Suddenly I was awake in my bed
Layin' there
Replayin' the same thoughts in my head
Over

blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except for my patent shoes
I make them shine
Well most the time
Except the other day my feet were trotting on by

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day

a Gucci pull over
Don’t get stuck inside the hood go and take da hood over
I'ma judge a nigga by the first page
I don't let shit fly bitch like a bird cage

The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair
The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair

It was April when I first let
The BOYS into our

(Nah)
No, you’ll never catch me tripping on my feet (I’ll catch you in my arms, though)
‘Cause baby, I’m a queen
(God damn, you sexy lil’ thing, come over

his head and looks over, and smiles at me
What a fool I be
Oh what a fool I be
Oh for asking for forces to bend to my greed
Sat me next to a man who's