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the struggle, tryna duck the law
Tryna calm down my nerves by puffin' raw
Got negative ways, but positive thoughts
Hope the judge don't remand when
I'm goin'

I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't

throw a party
For everyone of y'all who stuck by me

You said you were the one to stop me
Where you at now, you never could harm me
I'm still searching

a pop star
But it’s not nice
If I’m a Spice Girl
Then I’m Westlife

I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my

and I'm gone
She know she cannot see me for long
Blow me fast I call her a bomb
When we link she take off her thong
Yeah she hot but I don't fuck it raw
Me

classified in that lame category|I wasn't bright enough back then|Life was so bland I done spice it up Jasmine|Damn, I'm Aladdin, get the best monkey it's easy

everything but complacent
Like my dream is adjacent but
I can't make a move
Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic
I'm still at it, every record I record

kill it

Talk it raw
Talk it raw
Talk it raw 
Like I'm jumping out the whip
Catch a pass run it back
When I snag Winston
I'm that number one pick
All

oh
Bang my head on the wall
She so good and the boy so raw
My 911 in a world so cold
My bae so fine why I stand so tall
Classified
You be my world, I'm

the cut’
I thought crackheads went extinct I guess
Them fiends is really hooked
Couldn't tell by how they move but you
Could see just by they look
I’m

Cold heart, still fresh, crome-heart jeans
She on beans it's slimey green
I make her leave that's by all means

Baby tell me what your plan is, i'm

Yeah. Geek music. I see you bitch.

I see the tongue ring I can't ignore it
Tramp stamp on her back I'm going for it
Picture hitting from the back

Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

righteous above the law
Player my style's raw, I'm Born to Mack like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer
My grammar

come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off

repentance
Let's start this instant.
Who's that
Cool cat. Sitting back
Earning my racks by chewing the fat.
I'm so cold, I'm froze
My flows dozer over my foes

boujie on the side
For some coochie on the side
I just do my thing, tryna get you Louboutins
Diamond drippy, scuba things
Indy by maneuvering
Wait,

to wife that
Know he wanna be me, watchin' me like a TV
And he know that I'm too real, too raw, niggas can't see me
By myself, yeah, I'm standin' out
I'm

Dreaming

N.O.R.E.

Student of the Game

2013

to change clothes in the shower
Shit I'm shot by the dough pad,
Heroin stashed in the broke ad, gun by the moped
Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw

So raw is really pleasing Jesus
Back in the form of scoliosis
And I'm twistin' tracks up like I'm Jesse Owens
Freein' people torn up is my only focus

I.C. Y'all

Busta Rhymes

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

to scheme
Welcome to the spot, I'm slang with it
Chopped up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin'

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

if the enemy try to come for my life
Fam are you dumb? I'm dead to myself, my living is Christ
Can't be the same, man I'm saved by grace
Go for

And now I'm gonna smoke it by the pound
I couldn't handle all this fuckin'
Spice in my veins so I'm
Going insane and I'm
Breaking down, and I stab my mother

You could have aimed a pistol to my head
Now I look back and I dread and dread
They say you'll know a tree by its fruit
Only forbidden fruits yours