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AfricAryaN

Logic

Everybody

2017

I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by

call you bro and shit 
I know who my brothers is 
Like Jonas's we want this shit 
I don't owe a thing 
Not even explanation
Got to reach my destination

Maintaining

Common

Resurrection

1994

my pocket 
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors 
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'

I Don't Know What

Krayzie Bone

Thug on da Line

2001

Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on)
Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on
But must of all you gotta stay

dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna

The socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can't

with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna forget
But

dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna

bedside
Now it's in the dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like I'm Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin'

B Side Wins Again

Public Enemy

Fear of a Black Planet

1990

rhyme
The rhythm supplied by the superior be side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, come on
The situation put

B Side Wins Again [Scattershot Remix]

Public Enemy

80's Underground Rap: Can You Feel It?

1998

The rhythm supplied by the superior b side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon
The situation put you in

Di-1-9026

Foetus

Nail

1985

I'm gonna explode
I'm gonna explode
I'm gonna explode, explode, explode, explode
Explode

Ugh

Turn on, tune in, drop out
Turn in, tune on,

to get time off is due
Don’t you forget it
Sharky my brother what good would I be if I’m locked in there with you
I don’t regret it
I got the work

the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can't

dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget

The Illest Brother

Gang Starr

Daily Operation

1992

to get wreck
Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check

I`m one of the illest brothers known to man
But if you don`t understand, see I`m

brothers
And tell my hatters never go away
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Music until fade
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album

to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin',

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day

won't cry till the day I die
Smoke my smoke good lord I fly
Don't need you
Imma get it on my own
I'm so numb I cant feel my soul
I've lost my soul
I'm

Rapper by day, but I'm a dad by night
You can have all the money, but your time finite
Uh, yeah, you know we doin' it right
Family over everything's

bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin'

This is Family

Fabolous

From Nothin' to Somethin'

2007

by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying

boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy