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on sight, put the laser to your fitting
When I play it, don't witness them, they get bodied by the fittest

Grizzly with the hands, I try to have me a minute

Got a day job but you did a number round here
(Soft touch)
Feel the red silk it would work with your brown hair
Ain't seen fabrics like these in

bitch,  bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'

not to rhyme
Red lipstick with on my dick
'Cause you know what I'm saying
I've already done that one
Let's get back to it

Zip it off by

about it ,
in their overturned machines where the Martians
DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed]
by the humblest things upon the Earth

Rock 'N' Roll Tonight

Cheap Trick

Busted

1990

When I drove into that parking lot
For the first time peepers round was on the dot
By the stink of that cop, ain't got a lot
Well we were lookin' for

Italian X Rays

Steve Miller Band

Italian X-Rays

1984

To the rhythm, to the beat 
Of a powerful groove 
Her lips are red 
Her body is soft 
She is a movin' volcano 
Man, I mean she's hot 

She got the long cool legs

and some Nikes
Red logo on a white tee
Im cooler than a icee
McDonalds ain't no ice cream
I just broke the ice machine the way these diamonds shining
Flexin

and some Nikes
Red logo on a white tee
Im cooler than a icee
McDonalds ain't no ice cream
I just broke the ice machine the way these diamonds shining
Flexin

Ain't No Stoppin' This

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind
That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell"

the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell

When I first met Red he wasn't red at all
Seemed everyone knew him by name
He's that guy in the back keepin' the beat at every single jam
No matter

order to forget
How deep down I was set
In first second I was numb 
Should've stayed that, I was dumb
All of this only led 
To leaving bed crimson red

Death Car
By
Phill Scullard
2014

Verse 1

Super charged, V 8 power
Black and gold hell machine
0 to 60 in 4.5 seconds
This is the HELL MACHINE

man down, I'ma red man's top
Trust, if I shoot my .9, I swear on my life his head back soft
We're gonna come back squeezing, whole place dashing
Do

brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire:

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

If you think of time
Not as a measure of linear progression
Where we live as ants marching to our deaths
Little by little 
And speeding up the closer

to be kissing
Haters get lost with the fast and the quickness
Don't play it off, keep it thorough with you niggas
Niggas soft don't hang around them

to be kissing
Haters get lost with the fast and the quickness
Don't play it off keep it thorough with you niggas
Niggas soft don't hang around them

It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays

This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off

If I shoot inna head you wouldn't need IV
VIP don't pat me down don't need ID
I just walk up in this bitch like the great khali
The big red B been

so long, long
My mind is always on the run, run
I got so much baggage weighing over my head
I lay on my bed, holding the soft  teddy bear
I'm alone,

ain’t no ass to be kissing.
Haters get lost with the fast and the quickness.
Don’t play it off, keep it thorough with you niggas.
Niggas soft, don’t hang