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the insides this evenin'
For these proceedin's
I'll shall never mislead them
With my pad & pencil
Got my little utensils
Mix in a little weed
With a lot

rapper tryna get him and his clan on
Talking 'bout the same shit, same topic every song
Why these niggas hating? I been patient I deserve that spot
Stuff

Yeah bitch yeah it's that
This that MTZ MIX
Shoutout Poo Shiesty
Ayy ayy ayy
Fuck these bitches and dismiss them ain't no time for showin' love
I be

Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your

Hush

Talib Kweli

Eardrum [Bonus Track]

2007

People of the world 
If you out and about
You notice there's a whole lot of yapping going on
Whether it's on a record, in the court of law, in

Harvard can't comment on my culture
Birds of a feather flock together
And sir you are a vulture
Just trying not to lose all of my sense
Current events

Stressed he's not, though he hears another rapper upstaged him
At a bigger club, didn't use the front pages
Hundred forty characters
Multiplied by another

to mix fame and money into my songs
I'm not the one who similar to those rappers gang bang
Existentialism pessimistic's around my mouth, yet I want to sob,

to chose to follow
Never gasp I don't feel I'm
So special I'm no Mavado green as avocado
These light weighted rappers get
Faded off of Moscato
Mix it with

the law resides
After that, it's a separatist homicide
Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide
You tried to get entranced by the folks 
That try to get

On upon ah time not long ago
There was ah local rapper with ah killer flow
His rhymes where tight and he had something to say
And he loved his city

Drop a Jewel

Freddie Foxxx

Konexion

2003

again analytical still working out twice a day like it's critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual

Mic still hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate

sheep
Oh yeah your boy back up like how a cat creep
Gone be the best rapper from the south if you ask me

God bless the child that can hold his own
This

gotta play your part
Knew I was gifted from the start
You too so take advantage
I took a lot of losses sometimes it's hard to manage
By the tender age

watching
I'll tell ya
This ain't that watered down gas rappers selling
This black as the oil
I'm black as the soil I came from
Why would I foil myself

finessing Her two times
I've been seeing the same group of Rappers and trappers recycling all The same rhymes
I've been shooting my shot it's From deep then

even though it's pressed pills
A lot of rappers richer than me did this shit with less skill
So I know I could get on quicker if I kept it less real
goin

singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get

Peace of Mine

Gang Starr

The Ownerz

2003

y'all are listenin to!
All you dj's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
And sit there and tell you how to mix?! you fuckin robots!
Fuck y'all!

getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted

Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room

laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single 
Way to the top that's Pluto 
Astronaut 
My lance Armstrong 
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot 
In my own

fucker yo
Most of you are more ass than sir mix alot music video
You little homies are more fishy than the smell from a stripper pole
I'm working to get

of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot

kitchen hot
Working with little to nothing but sir I mix a lot
Mission was the ceiling
Tops
Tipping (Tip in)  the shit I drop
Will he (wheelie pop) pop ?