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Everybody sins, ain't too many that are nicer with
Dom up in his Benz, finally set the price to pick

Dominated wins, no white flags on our pirate ship
I

of the pyramid, top to bottom
Bottom to top, what really identifies your slot?
It is no class, little class, middle class, high class
Too many terminologies, I say

on 

I've been in a slump, been in a rut 
Went to the bottom, and didn't get stuck 
Struck by some lightning while driving I think that I'm pushing my luck

Lord...open up the door..
cnd pick up my call...here am i...feed my spirit with your voice..
Of course...you're the best thing to ever happen to me...
Nothing

hold u by your flaws
Confess your sins to a sinner and he'd start feeling righteous
Don't give two fuck , got my weed bro man ,ima light up
Sing this

enough
It's give and take to create what we've wanted
If I could do it on my own then I'd be fine
There's no one by my side
I'll pick up the pieces

think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you

think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you

Cause there's no place like home, that gets you in your head again
Whatta surprise! Of all my class that's alive,
Over 95% stayed in the same town

Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to
Get out of the rut
You just

Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Todd Rundgren

Todd

1974

to the ground in a heap
And you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to
Remain at it's usual angle!
Well, you get some

take my spot but I promise y'all I'm better
I'm sorry dog, you can't come along but come on you got to keep your head up
Like that Tupac song, you know,

the hollers
I got em cheering for me like I’m from their hometown, low class, middle class, upper class, they all want a touchdown
This road is bumpy as we know

be shit
I used to beat off on the table back in middle school
And even then I was the illest in the middle school
Stayed kicked out of class, ain't

freedom, freedom, freedom in slavery

heads up! catch the middle class, all empty inside, stick up its ass 
heads up! it's the thought police, just following

work close up
Close enough to give a hickey to your main squeeze
Plate full of C's got your city under siege
Read a whore from the head to the floor
Rush

What's Happenin' [Album Version]

Busta Rhymes

Tical 0: The Prequel [Clean]

2004

me get at these niggas
Yeah

Now watch me back your shit up
I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up
Homie, it's time to move

can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
Hop off a plane, pick up a check then do the same thing

Lately I've been diggin' your vibe
I can tell by the look

an honest life
Never cared for riches always tried to live a modest life
Gotta get the riches cuz the middle class been slowly dying
Wages ain't keep up with

Gossip

Classified

Trial & Error

hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't

way back
Up and far away from the status quo
Stockton and Malone OCI how we pick and roll
Blowing up in size like we're Alice off the magic dough
How we

How many children do you have?
23, 22 baby mother
Real bad man
It's two bitches hop up in the middle
Imma up the glock the bullets get 'em
Make

scum, no human decency
Your morals over run by your vicious tendencies



Open up your eyes and ears, I'll make you fucking see
The piece of shit you are,

A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die

Scarface

Mr. Scarface Is Back

1991

scared
A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head

He just laid there in silence
And all I heard was the siren
Paramedics pulled up
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