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no pimp

You the realist nigga breathing if I hold my breath...
That was your moment jack
Dude tried to up his gun and you know what's next
Bitch we

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much

the wind dissipate like a phantom
Tie em up call the bank for the ransom
Nobody knows like who you
You a random
One time for the mothafuckin' anthem
Flow is

secrets don't nobody know
Selling the features they come by the low
And with every sell a piece of my soul
Break a hoe down I bring out the pole
And beat

Slum Chemist

Vinnie Paz

God of the Serengeti

2012

crash like la-la-la-bamba

This is 45-caliber flow
Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the other savages know
I'm ravenous though
Jack you with

Another Fine Mess

Skyclad

The Silent Whales of Lunar Sea

1995

Nobody knows of the depths we have been to -
Or all the fine messes we've got ourselves into.
For ten lonely years - that's my reward.

In my world far

tell me, don't you like the sound of that?
Got my heart racing and about to have a heart attack
Wantin' to be loved by you just you
There's nobody

was all that
Had me off in the back with Jim and Jack
Knew I'd grow up to be him
By the time I was 12 drinkin' vodka and gin
Throwin' rocks

I Love Livin' in the City

Fun Lovin' Criminals

Livin' in the City

2005

moment. Unless you're gettin drunk but it might be you out on the business end so pack a jack and watch your back. Ain't nobody yoob friend back in

hail down
Fire rains screaming out in dire pain
Chase Freddy's ass down Michael Meyer's lane
The world is living shiesty and I
Don't know who to trust

in love, the next you askin' him you space
Nobody can imagine this
You lose trace of the fact of what's happening
I'm only bashin' these artists I know

Drilla by nature
Oscar D
Werslee eyan Sneijder
Alvin
Woni k'omode maa dagbo gbe,
toh ba tile daa dete
Wooni koma mogbo we,
Toh ba tile gbe abete

The Hand Clap

Big Poppa

51/50 Ratchet

2007

pull me out the club cuz I ain't know how to act
But I ain't really trippin'
We finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them

touches you
She gives and disappears again
(She's a runaway)
She is a lovers rage
And I know she only passes by
But I'm standing by

She is the night
She is

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

sober
Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up
So what? nobody knows us,

to take note what I quote, vote
Power to the people and full democracy
Nobody can decide what I can hear or see
I'm rapping up hard, yeah I admit it baby

of shit, no pun
Pops pimp'n, hoes flipp'n, pussy packs like it's New Jack City of blood no love in it

Get caught slippin' where you get your life ended
I

squintin', tryna see who the fuck up there my niggas
No more entry, we got real niggas over here, we chillin'
You blinded by all the skin that you see

friend" (Oh shit)
I let two minutes pass by
Then reached inside my pocket
Now this when shit 'bout to get
Real and nobody can stop it (Okay, listen)
Pulled

the immaturity at the
Door with your shoes, jack
'Cause if the dirt get on my rug, it stays
I don’t sweep it under
Time spent is my wealth
And trust I’m too cheap

behind
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then put in more work in
Than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math
By

do or say, I promise we be laughin'
You a joke G
Star player, ain't nobody have to coach me
Rip Speaker Knockerz, got it by my lonely
Why your actions

Yeah, yeah
(One time)
Hold up wait
Gotta control my faith
If she's getting watch(ed) by a nigga like me like a rolex
Then she's getting ate
Saving

Flew by you can call me traveller,
Clean cut without the camera,
Keep up work on your stamina,
Ease up my brother got it tucked,
When we shhh cut tru