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got wet cause I'm clever, gotta do her justice she believed in a nigga, that's that real love shit
In the mix of the drama
With the stench of marijuana

surrender your life
I'm not a fan
Down to ride, Sign me up to die
I'm not a fan
Let me in, I want off the sideline
I'm not a fan
Gimme a towel, I'm here

Don't See Us

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check

Mesmerizin', state of the art caffeine
It's over head like Omniverse screen
I'm not the average

Always love to go on trips because I'm
Out of sight, out of mind
'Boutta go to LA in about a month's time
Money trees out here but my greens don't fall

like a flip in time mix
In the boat I'm a sit, tryna mix up the original with carbon copy
Go mix them, I run a plant with the poppy

And the rent I pay

stuck in my ways
I'm pulling all up in whispki either a foreign either plane
And do not think that i am going to settle because would just be a shame
I am

Hold me by my arm
Tell me what's troubling
(Go ahead and jump if you want to)
(You know that I'm gonna catch you)
Only by my art
Sing

the mix
Make your head bobble when I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
Bitch I'm lit
Going full throttle taking chugs not

It was all just by design
When I wrote these
Just to realize my dreams
In the OT
Zen Zygo
Where did I go
I'm just that man from
India
Ahead of my show

when we see us a opper
He swerve in a hottie and catch him a body
My nigga not playing he seen em and dropped em
I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada
950

and roll
Like "Triple Elvis", a painting by Warhol
Most of her love, I feel it in my soul
I'm incomplete but she painting me whole

I know I'm not very

It's Funky Enough

The D.O.C.

No One Can Do It Better

1989

Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade
Ship it the the stations in your jurisdiction
Others say I'm dope, and the others say I'm

opponent I dog walk 'em like a pedestrian
Hot as a Bunsen burner
You should know not to mettle in shit that doesn't concern ya
I know niggas sick I'm sending

a disorder
Check my swag, pen and pad, mic, and recorder
I'm in the kitchen cookin' up mane just place your order
What you need mix it up til you niggas get

Yo
Check it
Ay
Ay B. V. to you 

Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy in a pot
Mix it up 
You know I'm coming in with that hot
Light em up
You know they

[HOOK]
Jump start the heart, you can never fall apart
cherish life, you're a breathing work of art.
It's a constant fight, to preseve a life.
I'm

up and flick it like I'm flinging ninja stars
It's just a mater time for' my products sold in stores
And if they want beef I'm down to reach the art

Luxury on my mind, see the diamonds in my eyes
Couple carats on my bracelet, you know I be on the grind
Money runnin' in circles, I'm seein' zeros

Put my whole soul and my spirit in this art of mine
Bitches still talking shit about me, I'm not surprised
Wish me all the best, still wish they would

don't mess with dude
I'm not impressed by you, that's not a flex by me
That's some real shit, it's just how I feel, my G
I wish someone real would try me,

Sunk cost of substances I'm fiending
Got me fucked up
Got me blacked out in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
By

through
Even after a few mix tapes
Put it down tell a bitch lied to my face

Snapped my heart in half, where's the tape
Packing all my bags, love afraid

The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while

No I'm not a rapper
Or a singer, I'm an artist
Damn I love the people
Who been with me
Through my darkest
I was really swimming in the dark
I was