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''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles 
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for

or have it your way
France, Spain, Switzerland, and Norway
While you were in the local scene still tryna block the door ways
We rocked Germany, Portugal

Now What

Juelz Santana

From Me to U [Clean]

2003

{Let's do it}

Okay, Jazze
We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch
I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south
Well you know,

will be done
Faulest light
Seeks end of man
Morbid doom
Unlikely cause
The last of us
Withering away

Death closing
In, in to the
Mind of the
Unstable

the cracks
So that they can't see me for who I am
A man for which the
Tactician can
Distract"
Watch now, as he burns illusions down
Take in his crass, mumbled

Part of me won't go away
Every day, reminded how much I hate it
Weighted against the consequences
Can't live without it, so it's senseless
Wanna

soul scream
But I kept on
So much senseless butchery
War after war
Cities wrecked by man
I pressed on questioning the all

There he laid
Just one last

the precision that we need to survive
To walk outside and catch a virus, or get harassed by a cop
To be imprisoned or die by senseless shots, but I can't miss my

Now What

Juelz Santana

From Me to U

2003

Let's do it

[Intro: Juelz Santana Intro]
Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking

just now, skimming through 'Rogue
Herries' by Horace Walpole
When suddenly I came over all peckish
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient

You're a disgrace to this rap business
Just a one man office, you need assistance
Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors
I am a senseless thug, with

your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck

'bout who I am, could've been a mess with borderline
I got a moral compass tho I'm not sure what's the border line
Like Spain and Portugal, when

Like I'm Deion once the sirens start
Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling
I hop the fence easy (uh)
They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty

hey

And I'mma beat it, I'mma flip it

Before u see it, I done did it, ya, ya

I know everytime she passes by

Every man around her goes like ""ai ai

flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over

like a teen
Wish I could kill you that way you'd only
Exist in my memory
The idea of you could never be spoiled by
Your immaturity
Wish I could feel you

a straw
You can say my shit is flawed
Just know they can't knock me off
I speak a different language like I came from Portugal, Venezuela, or Kabul
I profit

of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions

Trying to figure out why people so fake
Make no mistake, man
Real is a wasteland
And I'm all alone
Sitting back thinking after every puff I take
Trying

Plastic Pattern People

Gil Scott-Heron

Small Talk at 125th and Lenox

1970

Brubeck
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik
to add bass,

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime

'cause he's a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
He's a sane killer - stares into your

Richard

Eminem

Bottoms Up

2012

is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,