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it in a wire or a rubber band
I had booted up off of molly, but it wasn't tan
Shot the MAC so many times, dropped it out my hand
Need to program

raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I

of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day

Giga-giga-gilgamesh

What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK

some haters

Took the L in Philly, And the 7 to Queens
Flip the D to State St, Living American dream

Got 3x returns, On the company's investment
Prices

Waking up this morning getting ready for the day
Callin' homie Issac seein' what he's gotta say
If you come by my house later than usual, I swear

was overpowered and all reason soon devoured
By the dark imagery running through our ancestry
Perpetually re-inforced by the media's present course

The Ballad of the Blue Cyclone

Ray Stevens

Greatest Hits, Vol. 2

1987

"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.

Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put

see they dog die
How you lookin so fine
I don't wanna cross lines but I lost mine
Find me by the East Park rollin up loud
Plus I got about a quarter

Smoking Gary Payton by the pool I’m catching sunrays 
Ricky Du Rag i give a fuck who say
Matter fact i never gave a fuck who say
Hussein blowin up right

no pop
Yeah I'm white as hell but I ain't fucking with no damn cops
Poured a four of this wocky got me feeling silly
Popping wheelies while in Philly

Y’all really don’t understand
I grind for 3 fuckin’ months working 2 jobs during the day
Just to blow it all in one night for one music video

Mission

Jaden Smith

ERYS

2019

the channel, Turks and Caicos, wearin' sandals every day
Got a halo with the flannel, switchin' tunnels every day
London every road and eatin' Nando's every

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

Haven't had a break since Halo 3
Give it up for John-117
Because a Halo's empty without me

Master Sword strapped on his back
And he's well-practiced in

Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian
It's that food truck by the gas station
I don't trick, think of it like a donation
You looking good, but I know you

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hm
So me say wait
Two seconds everything cast
Now everybody gats adapt
With the money we get am for rubber band
We get the bag

You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine

doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs

Yota, couldn't even get the basement
And I was trapping on the corner, had to get it off the pavement

And it's free my brothers locked down by them cases

All I Need

Jay-Z

The Blueprint [Bonus Tracks]

2001

blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G-A, livewire nigga, holla back!

All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike

All I Need

Jay-Z

The Blueprint

2001

blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G-A, livewire nigga, holla back!

All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike

The Truck Song

Lyle Lovett

Anthology, Vol. 1: Cowboy Man

2001

highway, turn up that dirt road.
It's over three days since I left Houston.
Ole Black's my truck's name.
She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing

Relax & sit by my side 

Roll a blunt & let's get high
Rubber band them bands nice
Then it's just me & you tonight 

Shawty said she don't want a playa

detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,