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Squat!

Mike D

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

squat
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on

I'm feelin' good, damn good but also confused
This stuff from Hip-Hop that's bein' misused
It's

squat
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on

I'm feelin' good, damn good but also confused
This stuff from Hip-Hop that's bein' misused
It's

of a blast from the past
Bad/ fine as hell screamin my name
I know i’m J.A.M.3.L

Hop on the beat err’body know I  own it
Why? cuz I am the chosen
True love

shit
Keep me warm in pain
Not gonna cry inside this shit, baby, cause I'm not Mary J
I just drop these bars inside this stu and roll up my Mari J

Trill
You lookin at the real thing
Bitch this ain't no tip drill
Swipe the card then slide the pole
If you strip don't mean you hoes
I just love that

Gat still on your hips
If you a thug in your raps
Why you pussy in real life?
A pimp on the mic and buy pussy in real life
Lay my mack down, I ain't

smiled-at-me
Operating with a still mind, you can still find
Reciting rhymes, happy and exciting times
In real life and online, peace and love on my mind

作曲 : 无
ZERO TWENTY TWO（022）2018 Cypher
BEATS N MIX BY False Channel
V.O.B：
BANG BANG BANG
U NAH ME（我，你早有耳闻）
WE GOING FIRST（代表我的兄弟打个头阵）
ZERO TWENTY

the midwest, say That in jest
Hip hop Cheech Marin when I fail a Piss test
I ain't fukin' with no eye drops
I pull up to the stu, I booked the time Slot
I

of no mention make the boss tired
I be like nah bro
They want to hear your sound
You need to bring that fly hip hop shit around
All them years it was

shape
Till I’m dropping the weight
Cause I got a lot
The pocket’s ain’t straight
Hot on my block
I was stopping my plays
Hip to the plot then I hop

papers and leave you breathless 
I’ve been so tested
By lord above
In the deepest methods
Of self preservation 
Can a nigga get a second
My story reckons

hip-hop, pay word to Stevie J
Can't help that I rap for my ex in vain
Guess I'm jostlin', they gon' talk anyway, way
Life move fast so I drive slow

round trip tickets
Me and Joe Jitz about to hit 6 digits
Yo I'ma live it, you watch
Mix the hip-hop with the shooby dooby doo wop
Ollie in the who's hot,

Where's Da G's

Dizzee Rascal

Maths and English

2007

of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk
Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk
What's with all the fake aggression,

to post a black box 
For likes and comments 
I can't predict hip hop
Funerals
We don't got rooms 
For comments 
Especially by random
Individuals 
Who do

drink and smoke, you hate it, (I won) I love to mix
Look, dive in the pussy like mayday
Get a bag like payday, huh
Hit a bitch first, no Ray J
Still

Churn up the grits, can't never slip
Bang on the hip, burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
Autopilot, when I bye-bye losers
Look mama, no hands, look

y'know
This for you
We've been doing this thing y'know
We've been doing this thing since way back
When The Peanut ran hip-hop and hot wings
Back when Joe

Coded Language

Krust

Coded Language

1999

hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's
speed may be a determining factor

the ground I'm picked up by ancestors
Fuck a cage, you a national treasure
Share my J, I'm obliged like Mary, I care
I like real love and pulling fake hair
If

love me in spite of their niggas
He claiming it's beef, I got time today nigga
Run up it's on sight just like Tom & J nigga
Air that shit out it's

don't get me
Be myself they won't let me
I'm a little too much
I'm grown and I act as such
Love hip hop that has substance
Music with a message
I'm trying

got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch

Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me
That's on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
You