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Know How

Young MC

The Dance Years: 1989

2009

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

thousand fans on my page
No
This is for my cell phone fuck I need a pager
‘Cause everybody’s calling like they
Want a whore, just another
But I am no longer

told "no" at almost every turn
By some rap labels, by some music agents
Told me I don't got the look to make it work
If I'm honest with you, I almost

this love isn't fake. We made our truce and form the tribe, so there is no escape. I'm having dreams of palm trees and sipping chamomile. I'm having

I'm vibing give a fuck what you think
Fan-fan-fanta, a pink
Te-te-te-en a g, huh
What can't you see
What can't you see, huh
Give me the key
Give me

and I'll make double by the weekend
I might flex on these hoes 4 no reason
I'm hot in the winter i could fuck up every season
He be calling me like when we

busting the hollow
She model, she swallow
That sperm like it's water
Everything on Forgiatos
You knowing I'm getting it like no tomorrow
Got 50 niggas from

I can't complain 'cause I don't really have a reason why
I look around and see a sight that you couldn't define
I'm in a bind as time is ticking by

I'm no fan of social destruction 
I'm no fan of this urban eruption
Surrounded by the city, she's under my skin
Lost out in the cold, she's not

bands
Ohh
Dreaming of a milli
Money in my hands
Ohh
Niggas say they know me
You is just a fan
I ain't insecure
I just rather be all by myself
I ain't into

nice with division
I was too nice growing up ain’t no way that I’m letting up until yo eyes see the vision
I was too broke growing up ain’t no way that

Carried by a star with no name
Who fans the flame

I'm getting tired of losing myself
I gotta find a break from the spell
How do I keep my distance 
When

my fans 
Forgetting the stress so I just relax 
Yeah I hit it hit hit it from the back 
Yeah I got the keys keys in the Lac
Yeah I just skeet skeet

The Jam

Logic

Bobby Tarantino

2016

Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!

What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my

wan put am
Don't compare to anyone
My fans around the world Knows I am different
I no Dey carry body zero Competition
For this social media better mind

all the other technicians 
We've been converting fans ever since no matter what they genre are
And our goal since day one has been world domination

drinking I feel regular
No sippin' drinking but this Fanta
No drugs on my mind its the man bruh
You don't need drugs need to man up

Remember every single

Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead

we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting

Told you that I been the man
Cooler then a fan
Weezy Wayne it's no ceilings dawg
When I close my eyes I still can hear it
Every letter, every word
You

like boulders
Young and rich so my hoes much older
Me I'm cleaned up, tats all over
Know I'm getting it home girl told her
No not sober, need my weed lit

silly)
D Rose
I got a lot on my mind
Hold it together my baby in time you gone shine
Looking for help wasn't no one to find
All by myself started writing

girl
Then take, her home
Your girls, a fan
Cus I'm bout, these bands
She make, it clap
Don't use, no hands
Don't throw, no racks
She still gon dance
You

if that shit don't stink
I'm on the web, she wanna link
You stabbed me in the back like Zelda and Link
I'm getting paid by the end of the week
If