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nigga, Nas is good

Ha, I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You say I can't come out there 
I'll throw it all away, fuck it
Big

I die, Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away

Jesus on the main line
Tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line
Tell Him what you want
Jesus

nights
Heating up the house up by the stove
Walk in any store now, buy anythin' I want
Most of these rappers be lyin' to win
While me and my niggas been

a great run, now go run away, it's cool

'Cause everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain't nobody call

to the margin, re-up and get off it
Label an orphan, lane of my own
I got the hawkin, I am retarded
Know there's a name
Don't know what to call it

Yeah its like

know that they frown and I know that they hate
And they slicker than skates they know that they snakes
They fake call me Spider-Man I love Mary Jane
No

a convertible
Then you’ll see why i am so unmerciful
Chop you like it’s lettuce
Call the paramedic
Tell em where I’m headed
Tell em you been breaded
Tell you like

an Xbox. 

Signed away ya soul away when signature the X-box

I’ll Put rapper down on the ground like a death drop. 

Giving masters to masters OOps am I

Away home. (haven't got long)
I haven't got long to stay here.

My Lord , he calls me. (calls me)
I can hear him calling me by the lightning.
(lightnin')

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back

flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up

blurry so you’ll never call me four eyed
And no I’m still not lucrative with this
But truly beginning to seem like
If I’ve moved in position
By using my

I’ll call you back in a minute, I gotta get to this money.
I ain’t got no time for these hoes if I did I’d be broke and they’ll look at me funny ,

Message Sent

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch

This stuff's a whole other drawer

for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors 
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock

behind
‘Cos beats
Plus mic and studio time
Cost price
Yet I’d pay that twice ‘cos this is what I’d call a release on life
Gotta be honest lost a few by my

away.)
	PILATE
Silence!  I've had enough of this wowdy wabble webel behaviour.  Stop it!
Call yourselves Pwaetonian guards.  Silence!
(But the GUARDS are

I'm finna get in the safe
Tired of playin' It safe
The pressure of leading the way
It got me bleedin' away
Fam be trippin' these days
They think I

the pole like some monkey bars
I'll swing first ain't gotta push a nigga just to start
Iron man call me Ty swank Tony stark
Batman young nigga bred by

ain't talking Danny Phantom (I'm not)
Been gone so long
I might say fuck it for the camera (For the camera, camera, camera)
I'm by my lonesome
So you know

I never gave up, I just pushed a lil yonder.

Now there's money in my pockets and it's
thanks to a dream.

Produced, Sung, Lyrics & Edits done by

to get the fuck up here
Here we go the art of changing a flow
I carve a name in the stone
It's hard to say I'm a pro
It's arbitrary the most
Not far away

to get the fuck up here
Here we go the art of changing a flow
I carve a name in the stone
It's hard to say I'm a pro
It's arbitrary the most
Not far away

to call if I don't get the message

Say what I want and I don't need no edit

It feel real when you know you ain tellin

Flawless baguettes see the bones in