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hop but the truth is I ain't pissed off at y'all
I figured I'd just take your shit when I'm here, so thanks guys
But where this millionaire rapper

nothing
You was wrong but I'll pop out with the black Mac
Put your hat back, gon' get us some
No we don't give no fucks (Give no fucks n****)
I just be

stone
Original mould, the font make it bold
I sold my vision, ill-vision now I can't see things I'm so cold yeah

What we saving man
Saving up the cash

breathable textile, 
fibroid matt with blood from  
hand in torture, all that blood  
breathed by manchester babies,  
all that blood drunk by the man  
in

me a trick or not
I'll raise ya standards, I take you out
We got bags like what drought?
Red guts with the black out
Man fuck humble, imma show out

you say
(Better watch what you say man)
Better watch what you say
Cause you gotta
Live by the things that you speak
Yea you got a mouth full of words

the rules no seatbelt you bound to crash hanh 
I realize that real life ain't real life 
I realize that real ice ain't real ice 
I realize n*ggas hurt by they

Drilla by nature
Oscar D
Werslee eyan Sneijder
Alvin
Woni k'omode maa dagbo gbe,
toh ba tile daa dete
Wooni koma mogbo we,
Toh ba tile gbe abete

Gangsta Gangsta

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton [Bonus Tracks]

1988

because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See

Gangsta Gangsta

N.W.A

Greatest Hits

1996

because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See

minutes Man, fuck this shit.

I'm gonna be famous.
I've got a spot and you bitches can't take it!
(No they can't!)
Cause you know that I embody the slaves

East
Bro by my side we speak the truth I'll die by my words I'm the last rap martyr
Nigga please, I dominate MC's like JME man get crushed by my MC

goes on
And it goes on and it goes on
I put my face into my palms
Trying to taste a sinner's psalms
And in sweat in salt I feel your words
Yeah, I hear

as she go pick up the kids
For your sins, they get hit my n***a
These bullets ain’t got no name and take no picks my n***a (Bow)
Make a couple of moves

the packages 
I take advantage of all my advantages
Brand new pagani I'm smashin and vanishin
Your gettin fucked by your label and management 
I carved my shit

All-American Prophet

Rory OMalley

The Book of Mormon [Original Broadway Cast]

2011

All-American

I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York

You mean

grams
Worked hard for this, developed scars for this, I'll prove again
Need a fucking army to take me down, still might circumvent
Circle of friends like

take away your existence
So when I sense a lil jealousy I’m keepin my distance
Please father give me mercy I know they wanna hurt me
When I fell they

be fixed you are just the worst tailor
I’m gonna keep working hard until I earn my own tour bus
Man, you’re about as classy as a 2002 Ford Taurus
I’ll

and put that shit in sport
Buy me a resort
Never have to go to court
I look like the source
Stash inside the Porsche
Want what I got you gotta take it by

of Fab that's infested by crime
Surprised I haven't had the chance to back hand one of you swines
Look at the time
That bea life be shame
9 On your chest

Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm

Rockin' to the P.M.

Raw Fusion

Live From the Styleetron

1991

'cause I'm your poetry man
I make it alright, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'll be your guidin light your superstar but only if you let me be him
So while you

Trust me nah man I ain't play'n
Gunna jump on the zion train,
Dont ever speak bad pon Ryan's name,
Cos ill stir it up n turn ya lights down low,
Heat it