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You Nasty Hev

Heavy D

Heavy

1999

and then I break 'em off?
Then I'm takin' off, y'all know me, Low key, stogie
Brim tilt, shirt silk, screw milk, got Water
Well, you oughta, you heard me?

the light in between those black and white keys
And then the dust it comes up, the dust it comes up 
The dust it comes up, the dust it comes up
The dust it

a little friend
A shadow in your head
You’ve got a black room in your mind
And you threw away the key

Running down but you don’t take too many steps 
Try

2 X 2

Bob Dylan

Under the Red Sky

1990

more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark,
Two by two, they step in the dark.
Three by three, they're turning the key,
Four by

wids a catfish
Roka brunch in some Lanvins
Black top eating Black cod Check my adlibs
Brand new whip but I cabbed it
When you're looking at me know

equity for neophytes
Sepulchral intestines and a death
Unlike the freedom fight
Mea culpa equalizers
Black box shields the ether
The Ozone blocks

(Golden keys for me, I'm worthy)
(I see, the plan is working)
Black star, fight scar
Spend the night in the castle, castle
In the dark
Black star,

Boing, Boing

RZA

The World According to RZA

2003

the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing



[RZA]

With your high pitched face like eye liner

If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder

You can't

Roger Whittaker - Everything is beautiful

Jesus loves the little children,
All the little children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,

the manager's key
From head to toe in black the devil did dress me
And I returned to commit robbery

I didn't rob that pizzeria
I didn't do it, no, it wasn't

the ark
Two by two they step in the dark
Three by three they're turning the key
Four by four they turn it some more.

One by one they followed the sun
Two

three
Gotta Ride with the glock (Uh) by the steering wheel
Why you playing games hiding my keys it don't make you real
No I cannot get your nigga a deal

that day on October, yeah
We drive ourselves crazy in a locked door with no key
Yes, I know now this bad jokes are set by me
Set by me
And I don't wanna

I'm smokin' my cigs by the pack
I got me a lot on my neck
Enemies down in my plate
Money in place
If you wanna talk put a bag to my face
We gettin'

am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves

a black unarmed
Another smile from the face of a corporate spawn
We give more than we get
We give more than we get
How much more can we give?
How much more

too sweet not the lite
Chop chop too fast just right

Asking us why we think wrestling's fly
Just a couple black guys with some Wolfpack ties
You can

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

Chapter 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man)

Common

Resurrection

1994

perculator 
I circulate around the block 
Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken 
A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation

with cybernetics
Key notes of my flows will get froze or cryogenics
East Coast domination for the D-you-be masses
Gathering at black masses to gain

worried 'bout my brand, ooh
I made my bio on my CashApp
I'm never defined by skin
Though I ain't mixed on black black
Why even ask me that?
That's outdated

of
Another black man
They can be scare of
Affected by illnesses
He’s not aware of
And mental illnesses
That got him messed up
I found love
On them rainy days

Hair

Bad Brains

Hair

it's fair to judge a man by the lengh of his hair. Take two words, like hip and square the truth will shine and not your hair. Even the blind can damn

Grab the keys by the bed
Tell me, is there anywhere you wanna go?
And I can't get it out my mind
Your skin looks good in summertime
I know you