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riddings, you ain't no more

For sure, Donald J. Trump's a sicko
In Florida, U.S. Senators, Rick Scott and Marco Rubio are his bimbos
Underwater, drowning,

It Was Written (Ft. Stephen Marley, Capleton & Drag-On)

Stephen Marley

Reggae on the River Live

2004

and
Imagine somebody say "That's your son dead" and
See us
We do the crime, we do the time
You get away scott free
So the police they gon' pop you for they

is yours to think of (ugh)

Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Back up in the booth
Animals backed by the bars, zoo
Sick as flu
Haters playing themselves, flutes

decline
Where straight is the only norm and genders can't recline
The red and blue goblins knockin' your eye black and blue if you color blind
No reason but

Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get

of I to people at my shows
Peace love and strength to all you animals in this Concrete Jungle
They take your food and sell it to you then they call it

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

whatcha got

I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

The Showdown: The Sugarhill Gang vs. Grandmaster Flash

1999

whatcha got

I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here

the pain was extreme/

(Lu Chin Chen, chorus)

Sometimes, when on the come up, it goes down foul/
Life ain't fair, you ought know by now/
Keep your chin up

but your love 
Your love
White clouds in your brown eyes 
Brown skin in the sunshine
And the water feels just right
U were made to touch the sky u were

fingerprints on your mobile phone
When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on

I'm bout that, I'm bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my

John

Lil Wayne

John [Edited Version]

2011

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get

the finest in America
Why would I be scared of ya
Your lil vibe I cherish her
But you know I won’t marry her
This should be preparing ya
For how im boutta tear

a large, uh glandular organ in your abdomen
You know it's uh, it's reddish brown, it's sort oh uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, I know what it is but, I'm using it

kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I

In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm

and
Imagine somebody say "That's your son dead" and
See us
We do the crime, we do the time
You get away scott free
So the police they gon' pop you for they

Jurassic
You washed up and burned out, you not even in your prime
Keep rapping about dope so much, you'll go back to bagging dimes
If this was a race against

Dog, these streets hotter than a sauna Keep playing in these streets your Life will be
A goner Dog, these streets hotter Than a sauna
Keep playing in

London City

Devlin

Bud, Sweat & Beers

2010

Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep
Moving with me.
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep
Moving with me

the mirror, reflective 

Gun in yo’ face, effective

Teacher please correct this

They buying guns, collective

I keep a straight eye, directive

She got

Ain't too far ahead I can see you in the dark
With my eyes closed
And a blindfold
Yeah nigga my rhymes cold
Mother fucker I rhyme snow
No we will not go

Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,