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to freak 
I can just ride the beat 
Know that my time ain't cheap 
Bitch I ain't got no cheese 
Please get up out my sheets 
I'm tryna fuck the streets up

represent

All that sound in fury, it read like pantomime
What do I know though? I'm just a regular guy
Put designer jeans on, one leg at a time
You'd be

You're Trailing Yourself

Kevin Devine

Put Your Ghost to Rest

2006

The sputtering blink of the street lamp 
Makes you taller, then shrinks you, then splits you in half
So you're trailing yourself on your walk

to get the cheese this a new grind
When you see me in the streets imma zoom by
All I wanna do is eat I do not dine
If I fall off off my feet imma do crime

peace I'm in your head without a lease
Keep your babies on a leash
Watch the wolves for they will feast
Devour cowards by the hour Who live in fear yet

We gonna do a song that
You never heard before
Yeah, street knowledge
Straight off the motherfuckin'
Streets of Trinity
For you listeners, check it

accidentally passed by after work
Heard someone screamin' in the river not far away
Then he saw Mia not far away, It's Mia
It looks very clear that it is her

Thun & Kicko

Cormega

The Realness

2001

what happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin when the mics plugged in
Barkin

loosened the noose
Back of the class 
Doodling and fruity loops
Remember doing tricks for the juice
Jumping through hoops
Fly by in the coop
Sipping goose

every blessin'
Happiness to heartaches, take it as a lesson
I learned a lot in this year

Got a profession that keeps me stressin'
Facin' criticism,

every blessin'
Happiness to heartaches, take it as a lesson
I learned a lot in this year

Got a profession that keeps me stressin'
Facin' criticism,

wit me
I'm burnin wood by myself
I stay playa no 33
I like to be lonely yeah I rather be alone
When I'm in the booth I put my pain in all my songs
I'm

like a dogs bark
I could draw the line you'll be quick to your feet thats a false start (false start)
Take it back to the top of the song way back where

a hundred crispy bills
That is what happens when you sign 360 deals
Give this chump a little chance
Punch you in his heart
Got signed for a chump then
Bumped

the music up full power
In the morning turn the radio on it's never too soon sometimes I hear a song I like
And I'm rocking by noon no ain't no normal life

with the gang
Up in Cloud City with my rose colored frames in flames, now that's a visual
We used to spare our last damn bill and fall asleep in white

a punchline or a pun
I'm a bitch who gets shit done

I don't get how you can't make a song in a day
I have so many thoughts
I have so much to say
I already made

Of the Taurus that I'm sure to pack, swords can clash
I don't fuck with you, it's clear who's in the wrong
Now you just reduced to lyrics in a song
But through

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

On GP

Death Grips

The Powers That B

2015

fascination, my second nature chant "kill 'cause I can"
This body by my own hands
My friends and family won't understand
So I stay in the end, don't make none

is official when I give em the signal
I gotta get in em then I trick em that's just me being civil
I'm on a level you ain't touching if you think that

in this bitch, fuck a 20, I can drop a whole 50 in this bitch
It get litty when it's Stevie Monclizzy in this shit
I'm that motherfucking nigga, I can

people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

I think it's time we stop, children
What's that sound
Everybody look