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romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

mama read you
You gotta milk the game, son
I couldn't bottle feed you
This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic shit
But now I gotta stop the shit
And let

go, go, go, go


I nodded at Moneyshot, slapped Racka's hand 

Then we hopped in the van with the master plan 

We drove to the building but passed

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit

Real Shit

Rakim

The Master

1999

soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow 
And all you gotta do is play the track again 
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again 
  
[Chorus]

on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words

Mix&Master By LeeHX李鸿翔
发行:Believe Artist Service

when da 3 yeas ago
（三年前）
今天会发生啥I don‘t even know
（我们不得而知）
I am Kanye west Flow
（上帝视角）

mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh

Intro
Skit
Chorus 1 (Repeats 2x)
We living through this moment whatever in the mix 
Like NFL Sunday you gotta take a hit
Its time to break barriers

to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
Got J to the H, on the M-I-C

Yes we, we got the M-I-C
We got the vibes
Yes we

the summer
Master like Splinter
One of a kind there will never be another
Yeah I’m nice
When I cut up the track
I’m a pro at that
I do it right
I got a story

want to sing
• I will rap when I want to rap.
• I will play instruments when I desire to play instruments.
• I shall mix and master my music when I feel

First name Jon
Middle name Patric
Boy I flame tracks
Like a box of matches
I never lost any
One my matches
I never wear a shirt
Unless my Invicta

This Is a Test

Paris

The Devil Made Me Do It

1990

commercial shows
Mindless music for the masses has to take
Time away from the real rap master
So I stay cool for community airplay
While ratings slip for

Web 20/20

The Roots

How I Got Over [Clean]

2010

he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,

the reason that I
Move with a purpose the season the vibe
Leave em behind
Why do we leave em behind
Chop with that shit all the time
Niggas they talk all

Mix and master edit shows
Without a feature or some help
I mean what more can I say
To help you all understand
That when it comes to the music
I am

to ball
I do it for the Ghost's man fuck a bitch
Never really on that sucka shit
You really wanna run up, get done up when my guns up
Fuckin em all up even

Why' ya know, every now and then
I think you might like to hear something from me
Raw and smooth
But there's just one thing
You see I never ever do

Walk in Gutta

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

told ya
Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
Redman and Sermon, with two icons
Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons

an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit

track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out

Henny straight 
Mind my business
I aint never in the mix
Aye
Don't even trip
You know I get it lit
Aye

Imma vibe 
Yeah yeah
By myself 
Fresh to death