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Yea you think I'm pussy I'll say it again I'm beat in on you and yo mf kin and I get a buck times it by ten do it again while I'm fucking

bullets
I am on it like a rocket on
A course to freakin' pound ya
Call me supersonic 'cause I'm
Running rings around ya
I'm a dab hand with a sandman

Whoever's not married by 25 is
A sodomite living in sin, this is science
Have an abortion and
You're getting sentenced
To slave labor in Egypt, okay, this is

I got all this fuckin' codeine, man
Cocaine with the building, ayy

I'm about to take off like a rocket
These ain't Tylenol, these big poppin'
That's

y'all won't catch up with rocket shoes
Y'all must be high off them rocket fumes
These rappers they show me what not to do
I ain't gonna sell out for

Yo, Rocket League, bet you smell like pee This song is peak, the peak you seek
Your gameplay weak, don't even speak Like what the freak, you're not

nothing from me
Now I bet you see why I just roll up by my lonely
Now I be she see me (yeah)
Now I bet she want me
Now they want to be me
Now they trying

the cut and you know she a fan
(Huuh)
I keep that glock on my side JoJo with a stand
Im finna blast off like rocket
Got the rap game its all in my pocket
If

make I sing song, where they go feel relate
Now I don do am, now
I see them still, they motivate

Oh, sweet, sweet deal
Got me high like I take two pills

Can You Dig It

MC Lyte

Act Like You Know

1991

That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets

knock the truth if you open your mouth
Judge a book by it's cover, was hard made it soft
Infinity vision for competition, spin a bang on ceilin'

a rocket we blastin' off, whoa
This is the aftershock
Back from the grave like I'm Lazarus

Back out the grave like a king, uh
I had to show them

Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long 
And they get vex when mi sing my song 
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron 
Yeah ah mi they

this planet into the sun
Set the entire world on fire
Gleefully barbeque everyone
Another song about death
Kill them all, let the godless sort them out

a war 

With songs from bursting lungs
Not death from guns
To protect dissent
To resurrect 
Where the rocket's red glare
And the marching machines
Will

Like why you so fly? (I don't know)
Like why you so high? (I don't know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I

and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes

I'm lost in space in an all grey space suit
Made by the Oakland A's hosted on asteroids
Hot box the helmet, getting blasted boy
Bone a martian in

Secret Rivals

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

to a vegetable
Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle
Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival
Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival
Nothing

When I be down in my zone
You don't know where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city, it's my home
It's ma tone, it's ma

of the team, you ain't one of the guys
You out of pocket for me, don't try to sit by my side
There ain't no way they be jokin' in the dead of the night
You

anything
When it comes down to power
Homie for the record
Put my demons on the stretcher
They won't get up
I'll kill the whole army by the hour
I'm just

the fuck you say I'm wrong
I put my pain in all my songs
You can't look back if you been on
I put your names in all my songs
Somebody tell me that I'm wrong

connected with me
Cause he prolly knows Imma blow up like somebody tied some rocket ships to my feet
And he's right I can't even disagree
Gifted like I'm