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And hit the road
This summer
Tryna prove that
It ain't over summer
Need a rebirth like
I'm back up in my
Mothers stomach
I've been active
And only getting

came up in this shit with me
Never spit that hustler shit, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving

Let’s keep it real
I’m chasin paper ion care bout a deal
Do this shit by my lonely bitch fuck how you feel
Run up on me swear i’m catchin a kill

I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I

to my flame
I stay focused, never lose sight
The drive within me, it burns so bright
I'm building an empire, brick by brick
A hundred bands, the ultimate

Well so what? Im the hardest on the mother
Fucking mic I go nuts
Tear the stage down every night
That I show up

And for ya fake and cokey eaters
You

Human Again

Beth Fowler

Beauty and the Beast [Sing-Along]

1991

Lumiere:
Really? That'd be strange!

Cogsworth:
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?

In a shack by the sea
I'll sit back sipping tea
Let my early

countin' daily bands yee
Give me a reason to stay by your side
Let me whisper in you ear
I'll pick you up from the subway tonight
But right now it's

Word Is Bond

Brand Nubian

Everything Is Everything

1994

somethin more than brass is a blast 
Make a brother work hard, long and fast

Word is bond, we got it goin on 
C'mon throw ya hands in the air 
Brand

Sunday... man I can't believe it...
Another week just came and flew right on by
This new week won't be any easier
I got a lot to deal with... I don't

you seen my shit then you know I gotta go

Let it snow, Finnae

Yeah, when I bust your rib in
You know I'm gon' get it
I pull up and make all you

Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on, back it up! Go on, back it up!
You dry-snitchin', I'm

on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on back it up, go on back it up
You dry snitchin',

under red rocks
Never lack, never flinch, keep the pistols, and the stocks
Bitch, I'll never let it slip 'cause you'll end up off the docks
Glock by

Gold

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because

melting

mourns the pier they knocked down

gone were the dances

the pies served up with peas

and the coatham it’s still standing

but now aged by the sea

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,

And on worst days
Some of my niggas ended up on T shirts
So we shed tears
We let it out
Then we let it rebirth
I Hit the booth
I spit it out
I check the reverb
I

down.

I'm so New Orleans, we brass so hard, tickle all the teeth in your mouth. 
Band, give'm a lil taste so they know just what I'm talking 'bout!

I'm

COGSWORTH 

Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea
I'll sit back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fool made of wax
I'll

Yeah, yeah hoodrich Pablo, man
Money, plugs, and guns that boy Cassius
Let me see it, ooh

Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up

It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is
Who says racism ain't the same biz?
It's a joke what the man calls "rehabilitation"
Keepin' all

Gouda

B-Legit

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put

for eons
We're coming for y'all, so roll out the red carpet
The sky lights up in a flash loaded with xenon
The christening declared by seven brass horns