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Everything she got she had to work for it she had to earn it
Book smart street smart everything she know she had to learn it
Ask me to make this song

the people rebel
This a whole new style of kung fu
Big hole when punch I through
The 1-2 boom bap track i subdue
With the attack....
Spit habitual
Little did

schemes
Just finished reading some knowledge a book with thick reams
Gave me the light like Sean Paul sing
First you get the money, then you get the power

to know where clock hands dwell
Oh, yes! There's a girl in a black hole
Thinking it was a wishing well
Oh, yes! There's a boy in the book store
Hoping he

move a little different
Our future should I even mention,
that doesnt mean a black cat pass by my pass im going to make an unlucky decision
Protected by

to rhyme tight, beauty in her eyes like
Wanna take her away, mic felon
Take her on a journey, where we going? No tellin'
But I've, been blinded by beauty

all black, can't be mad at that
I made it here, lost bout everybody but they made it clear, who am I to fear

(NO ONE)

(Oh sh*t)

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh

through the night
Lock it in real tight
Tell you everything’s alright
It’s as easy as one, two, three
So put your little
Black book down
And come sit next

place, let's set a pace for greatness
Yeah, 'cause I'm scared for our youth
The system leave us hanging, they ain't gotta use a noose
And keep it black

[Originally recorded by The Who at Pye Studios, London in October 1966]



Look, he's crawling up my wall

Black and hairy, very small

Now he's up

after bar, hook after hook
Back of the trans, head buried in a book
Cyphers at the crib, trynna find a voice
Cd skippin, trynna write through the noise

evil lines
Inside my book of tricks
Almost lost it flipping the Sentra
Now I'm about to flip my script
Growing up I won't so militant
An ignorant little

takes me
I'm signing my name
In the book of rap
So them history pages
Will know my name
Believe it fame or no fame
You'll know the name X-el
I don't know

running away 
Daddy was preacher was a real bad man
Had a belt by by his side, holy book in his hand 
Momma got a black eye from loving him right
Just pray

(Atrocity)
I'm biologically
(Modestly)
The same old story book that
(Cliff notes read)
Yea
I'm ending this shit honestly
How could their be a new mc

a book by its title
People in the Bible never read the Bible
I know I said I wouldn't change but
Who knew I'd come as far as I came
Who knew?
Who knew?
Who

white room
Or the big black box in your home

You'd make me giggle as you rooted for the good guy
Hit him again, he's Irish
You'd say supported by smiles

keep you heated
Make you lose your mind a little, maybe act like a fool

They say they don't love you, they say that you stupid
They say you, you

X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here

Son, you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy is that you Irv?
I smell pussy is that you Ja?
I smell pussy - Is that you Black?
I smell pussy is

of man raised by his mother, still look himself as the hero

Laughing and stock
Made by the bills he got
But he got a lot of money, so her panties gon'

lies
So now, girls, the scales have fallen
From my rosy colored eyes!

Hit it!

He keeps a gaggle of names
In his little black book
Of all

Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single

Big Bad Bushranger

John Williamson

Platinum Collection

2006

You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks
I've seen them on the TV, I've seen them in my picture books
Well, here's a little song