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money in my pockets but I feel like I'm Bill Gates
Me and Star spitting bars run this game like it's ours 
We be going hard we the mutha' fuckas in charge

to
Or even have to camp out in the snow. 

Christmas is here
Christmass is here
Let’s celebrate the love of a king
By sharing our material things
woah

dey pain me
Even if u like make u hate me
Back in the days, when dem shenk me
See me nw bad belle won gum boby
Ah ah zero panic
Everything na grace make

Right Now

Devin the Dude

To tha X-Treme

2004

no reason for you to be pissed
I done payed my dues, payed my bills and fees
Just want to sit by the window here while I'm feeling the breeze" caise

getting tapped by the Jakes
And the fact that they strike, then I'm slapped in a cage
I'm black, the reaction is race
But it's me versus me on the track

the prisoners out
With singing into the promised land
He leads the prisoners out
With joy and with singing by His hand
But the rebels wander 'round
Upon

don't even sweat it skeem I'll get it straight 
Atleast this ride will take her straight to the gate 
I'll probably camp at a homies place, in the morning

in little towns
Underneath the Berkshire downs
When at heart you shall be sad
Pondering the joys we had
Listen and keep very still
If the lowing from

young maiden 
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill, tangled in the winding sheets

Serve the meal and serve

ruled all his life
When he was down I told him to die
He would not he would not listen!
So I killed joy, and threw her body in prison
As a warning for

Small Time

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

momma, she don't have to work no mo' 

I pay the bills by the flow from the studio 

And I was out in the game by old players and G's 

Hollerin 50

from big Rob for my Yardie auntie
I ain’t paid a penny and they cannot start

We got a whole lot ah Paul’s, best one in my camp
Big Boss Steve, my Paul’s

Need my benjis by the bundle yeah
Money calisthenics I ain’t even flex my muscle yet
Wondering like Stevie but like Stevie you can’t see me yeah

Africa
Unified especially in the minds of Diaspora 
Slums to the village, Townships to the gritty core 
To refugee camps and lands plagued by war 
Youth

and I got my comrades
We coming for all the wealth you hoard
Yeah, Yeah
On my Spongebob shit
Dismantling this oppressive establishment
Board by board,

Russian Guts
Put That Zaza In The Middle And We Get High As Fuck

Im Swerving Lanes, Got Weight On Me
This Car Feel Like A Truck
Dont Know Why You Stop

goggles
Take a dive in the lake; catch the fish with golden tails
Set up camp under the stars
And forget the racy cars

Fall asleep in the light

in the lake catch the fish with golden tails
Set up camp under the stars
And forget the racy cars
Fall asleep in the light of the moon and listen

the collar in
By the grace of God I'm living in my calling man
Found my purpose in the ministry of fathering
I know my kids pray for me
And when I'm ugly they

the battles in these pages turnin sadness into ragers.
Never lift a finger for em if their hands red. Plans dead:
Only really mattered for a summer like a camp

high as hell, hire goons, higher self
Send you to the upper room tired of being by myself
Got outlaws at yo in-laws, bandits at that band camp
Desperados

Ha! Ha! Yeah, here I come satan… This is a lyrical assault
Yeah, we goin on the enemy's camp
We gonna take back anything he took from us
Our peace,

wrote snotty articles
And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame
Choice I made, swore

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