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kinda well known
I got millions of plugs in my cell phone
I be bodying beats where da headstones
I can catch anything like Terrell Owens
Started out

something I really don't want today 
With a mic in my hand
With a writing rhyme and
The vision to kill with precision 
When I took it and peel 'em 
Get rid

want to be the No.1
I just want to stay in the game till I die, Bitch
Give me the passport man, I'm gonna' fly
To the next level, new level, whole level

long, perfecting
Tweakin' my engine, dreamin' my crown on, peakin' the legend
Heaven's cadences I'm famous for
God send halos, I'm hanging more,

cooking up a jam
Just like a convertible you know that we drop it
Track seven to heaven I'm driving into boston
Way back then the question was would I ever

the spirit, my God filled me up
Reborn by the water, so I leveled up
When it comes to my life, my God's in command
Got blessings too big to fit in my hand
Got

Speedom (WWC2)

Eminem

Special Effects [Deluxe Version]

2015

the Ip Man, karate 'em
And the fans will lift hands, we'll be dancin' out of 'em
And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em
Who stands with two

tatted super bearded
Built like an action figure
6’2 6’7 Wayne
Snapping in the booth
Drugs making you frail
You too small
I’m bench pressing you
Feeling

hands
But it's hopeless
Someone sings in a language unknown
This paradise becomes my own
This lonely cloud becomes my home
Could someone send an angel

faith in the unseen
Is it a serpent or a dove

Take my hand
Help me understand
Take my hand
Help me understand

Did you sell my soul
Did you sell away by

with memories and associations, leaving the stark Prescient taste of awe upon
Our thought streams
She gripped my hand, the scratched, dulled wedding band

Don't stop, don't stop!
When I die
Jesus grab my hand
And he fly me past the galaxies
Rip it up and show me hell
Where I woulda been if I dwelled

to eat the flesh of people’s necks
My lethal hex is easy death
Emcees can test but never even read the text
I’m an energized cat with a seven-nine tat
If I

my house
Champagne by the fountain
So much money, I can't count it
Remember days that they doubted
Real niggas, they around me
When you walk in my

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm

a better life
Comes from when you bless some lives
You're left revived, you check the time
And join in my objective I'm set aside by heaven
My brethren and I

killing brothers
No restraints
Home of the Holley-wood
Demons casting
Witches in the open
No masking
Spells in the music
Who's asking
Hypnotized by

Can look at others diff'rently
By puttin' your hand in the hand
Of the man from a Galilee

Every time I look into the
Holy book I wanne tremble
When I

shit to relax
I be up so high
Gahdamn
I forgot that this blunt in my hand
But its just me so what was I thinking
Im always next in the rotation

Pull up

And not a day go by
Where I'm not thinking about you
I hope my chariot is like Elijah
I swallow my saliva

When I spit on your name
If my wings were like

Put Your Hand in the Hand

Ocean

The Buddah Box

1993

And you can look at others differently
By putting your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee

Every time I look into the Holy Book
I want to tremble

reached my peak without me looking through my hands
You couldn't be the man, if they put you on the stand
You'd snitch in 16 minutes with the footage from

level
Yet we revel in the fact that you have semblance to the devil 

Here I am I'm back again 
From my little prison
I've died before, I'll die again
My

Told them little boys I was coming I ain't cappin
AMG too fast I'm never stuck in traffic
On go 24 7 call it automatic
My man called me bro we got em