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the oscars
With my smiling brevity
This song ain’t gonna write itself
This posse got it going on like no one else
We landed by Jet at LAX
Got off the plane

About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad

to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash
Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash
Oooh!

What it is, what it do, what it could be

Bitch, yeah, ha

Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers

The only big dog out here taking cat naps
Rogue Ray 'bout ta end up on a hashtag
I wasn't always on a mission just to break backs
But when you grind

to some kids
But before I speak the kids go

Tik tik lollipop
Neus vol gom
Al hier vir 'n gangbang
Rou soos die son rol tot die son
Brand jou uit die

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

and
I discovered niggas hoes
We then took hella chances
Not for you to get in there and fold
I listen to the code, get a bow and split it
Give my dog one

bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there

bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there

What's My Name?

DMX

The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2000 [Clean]

2000

that's gon' get at you and be fuckin' with your mind
Stop talkin' shit
'Cause you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you fuckin'

What's My Name?

DMX

...And Then There Was X

1999

that's gon' get at you and be fuckin' with your mind
Stop talkin' shit
'Cause you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you fuckin'

Get your heater, baby, pull it right near. Near your seater, uh, baby, who there? Right by gear, ooh, ready to shoot there
Anywhere, talking about

baby
And fill these holes in where I stand

Well today's gonna be a dog's breakfast baby
I could tell by the look in your eyes
Well today's gonna be

I play for keeps
It ain't no sneak peeks
Leaks. But name brand my sneaks
The bottom reeks
Still want this three piece crease
Tie round these beats

it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In her one bedroom apartment and her daddy stops by
He tells her,

it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In her one bedroom apartment and her daddy stops by
He tells her,

and I pray that it makes
Brand new car with unlimited dank
Brand new start with unlimited jays
You was right there feel like I died there
Swear I had

I went jogging the other day, no issues
I mean, maybe a sore hip and the dog did some dog shit, but that's all-in-all it
There was no doctors for

Wake up grab the mail see some moving boxes
Cool girl ponytail got that brand new car smell
Oh shoot kinda cute and she brought her dog with
So I

fill it with ice
Soon I'll be way too rich
In a brand new whip
With a bad ass bitch Ice Spice
Cool if you hate me, shit, I might
Bark at a big dog, bitch

Beausoleil

Current 93

Swastikas for Noddy

1987

when the dog's blood rose
Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters
Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill

Are Facts
There's A Beast In The Streets 
And A Target On My Back 
Ugh
Ray Charles Can See It
Stevie Can Feel It 
Obama Can Speak 
While GOP Sweeps It

watch it at mine on a brand new 42 inch 3D HD TV 
I just scored.”
Gil Scott-Heron’s turning in his grave, and it’s barely cold.

Dark Dog Days, Dark Dog