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Lost at C

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

the thousands, rhymes for hours 
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album 
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper 
I beat 'em till they holler,

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount

hours
Or not

If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something

One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher

Cenoir Studies 02

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

and money
23 hours a day I study
Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies
Dreams keep my alive you can't take em from me
The battlefield is

years older than I was
And the theme of post apocalyptic nothingness
Got that extra dose of drama from my worn out tone

Now in the reimagined version

Feel the Beat

LL Cool J

The DEFinition

2004

Sixty thousand fans a three hour show
I could care less who drop and blow
My name is LL baby that's beyond the flow

Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat

Normally based on perspective
When I'm spitting
I'm doing more than just venting
Respect comes as a blessing from peers
But how's it in your best interest
If

and refrained from this fool on this hill
Cover up your body, for he shall not see
That what he deserves is much less than he needs
Run for your life, for your

dont lose ya cool
1,2 Ye comin for you, 3,4 better lock your door
5,6, 7,8, 9,10 never sleep again

[Verse 2]
Shits deeper, than The Sleepers
Jeeper

rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat

Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not

Eye for a Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hitting snitches off

existence in this cosmic fight 

Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws 
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law 
Giant Ratmen with swords made out

sometimes I'm coy
I'm still just searching for what brings me joy
Waking up early for less than a hundred
Investing in stocks you know they just plummet
Don't

the Sneaking Around is half the thrill of it

Hindi:
Roobaroo mai aur tu
Roobaroo, hum dono, hum dono 

[Bridge]
I'm feeling the rush, from keeping the hush

I've been lying here for hours
Painting pictures on your skin
You raise the hair's on my arms
I hope you feel it deep from within
I'd sit and wait by

for a few paid hours of fitness, at least

For a season
Them boxes are relentless
Started reading more and fasting from television and social media
Then

dark for hours
Only this time those hours are longer than before

Maybe if I keep writing these songs
And keep distracting myself, I might strike it

he on tip-top?

Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin'

on properly
My Alec Monopoly says seven the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school a block from the Apollo
My fuck tomorrow motto

Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that

Trouble

Royce da 5'9"

Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Pt. 1

2003

(uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where

think I'm cuttin' you from my life, no more
Wasted energy, spent in a place where every
Hour awake I need an escape to center me
And I don't mean