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have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
is my home, by something that somebody else does
This is my home, doesn’t mean they don’t have the right to do it
This is my home
This is my home
in the chair by the galley
On the way to Cali, chicken in the salad
Sounds like a ballad
You loyal, so I'm Khaled
Buy your momma a palace, scratch that
the hill,
Next to my man, Lou Man,
The cardigan sweaters,
The still sell the New Eras now at Jew Man!
Bridge cont.(Tom Waits)
Ghetto Bhudda in the second
livin' in fear so
I make moves like Robert De Niro
Im in the story like Jet Lee in Hero
Im on the mic like a true young pharaoh
(Look)
Cant go through life
Over charlemagne in a motorcade too.
And baby needs a new prize
Baby needs a new and shiny prize.
[captain:] in this place called heavenly
You
knows
Round and round the story goes
He said, my friend, I’ll take my chance
In far off New York town
They say there’s lots of work there
And a good man
And I've hardly been asleep
But I was woke up
By the rattling of keys
In the front door
While she's there
Patting on my sleeve
With a panic in her voice
grew
A few feet
Standing
On blue Cs
C notes
Im Cooooky
Aint loosing
My mind yet
She bounces the booty
Like boye
In water
Im cruising
A cruise ship
Day that I trust it be sumn amazing
Cough when I puff it you know I be blazing
Lee
In New York she my queen but her people Jamaican
They wasn't there
pandemic called COVID 19. I missed out on prom, but my mom made sure that we had fun in the living room at home. IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER! Listening
to God up in Heaven eleven at night and I got no alibi
My damn dip to Stewart Town
Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town
Wonder what my
Powell, Oprah Winfrey
Barrack Obama, Spike Lee
Michael Jordan, Venus and Serena Williams
Tiger Woods, The Rutgers Women's Basketball Team
We are my
Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So
Can't nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge It To The Game
Paint dripping like I'm
Leader of the Bowry Boys in1834 or so
A boxer named Poole first name William the Butcher
He was there
At the heart of America's fist
With an iron
ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
the fuck would they call
I gotta stay strong
For the ones that cant
Won't get knocked off my pivot
Go hard in the paint
I stay on the grind
Ivy lee on my
Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks
Rap, I been in it ever since I was invented
That's 'cause a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history,
the sepulchre, my darling, ride
Far away, to a new life beside a new tide
Leave my seplchure here by the sea
Just know me in the sounding sea
in the road that drove me
There's no place like home
I won't give up
I won't give up on my home, that so many died for
You already know that I
How dry I am, how dry I am
It's plain to see just why I am
No alcohol in my highball
And that is why so dry I am waiter, Waiter
What do you want?
to soothe my soul
If I ever get home I'm gonna let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Flying down a road in a dream of mine
To a late tour,
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