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to me rudely; cause I’m young rich and I’m black
and live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you’re still

Can't Give It Up [Rock Remix]

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection, Vol. 2

2000

shit, I don't want it. 
Who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still
Hungry still homely, lost and lonely? 
So I holler at the forces of the wind

would cross Lochgyle
This dark and stormy water?"
"Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle
And this Lord Ullin's daughter

And fast before her father's men

wanna stare
V-V shit
We shining like a chandelier
Murder by bravado
Got me feeling rare
I'm on a rocket-ship
About to shoot up
Out of here like
Mhm hmh

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa

conditions, and additions to these transitions
It’s the glitches that’ll save us from this dark system
No “S” on my chest, I’m no Clark Kent
I’m more T’Challa,

Brown Paper Bag/Flashing Lights [Remix]

Fat Joe

Drive Slow: The Trap Party

2008

blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking

Fuck It

Young Dolph

King of Memphis

2016

panties but I'm in a hurry
Promethazine with codeine when I get thirsty
I told all my niggas I got 'em don't worry
I fucked up 200,000 on jewelry
Fuck

it must be venereal
If I'm burning you up, it must be ethereal
Or rather heavenly, like flows from Heather B
Fierce as a fire-breathing mermaid
Since I

Echezona
I’ve been taking my ass to the gym
Lifting weights, you know what I’m saying?
Going in on the treadmill
The biggest critics stuck in the bed still

on a plane start to travel
Like a refugee
Go to Barcelona then to Barbados
You can get a bar
From a new Clarke Gable
Clark wallabies
My glasses Clark Kent

on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,

Rec-Room Therapy

Raekwon

The Big Doe Rehab [Clean]

2007

on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
Your G-Force,

Rec-Room Therapy

Raekwon

The Big Doe Rehab

2007

by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
Your G-Force, with heat walks
Free

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa

me a Quincy blazin'
Maybe I got mistaken, I was single now taken
I know ain't perfect you don't got to debate but still I'm still your Legend
Takin'

rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me

Style on them niggas like my surname
Hit your girl, left her there, never knew her name
Rappers basketball, I'm

no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton

who I am
I'm the man, clean cut dress like a million bucks
Clark Kent, better known as Fred Webb
Staying true, now who are you? (who are you?)
Driving

Crimson Holiday 
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark 
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson

or CMDs windowless
80 by 60 these lines got me dizzy 
I'm mashing the keys but the web is diseased and these normies make peace but I'm still underneath

Apparent to the throne
Can't run in the Serengeti in the
Young and I'm ions beyond the box
Flow free on
But still will Ghost Recon a cop
So phenomenal by

seem fair
That I'm still breathing
And it don't seem fair
That I'm still breathing
Note
A great friend of mine named Heather inspired me to write this