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What's up 3rd Coast, this that boy Southside
Putting it down, with them SLAB soldiers
AB, Lil B, Jay'Ton what it do

Moving slow up the block,

Vaccine
Are you gonna take it?
Vaccine
Heard the vaccine is out are you gonna take it?
Yo be honest now don't go fake it
Been more than a year from

Wiley Flow

Stormzy

Wiley Flow

2019

Bruv, I didn't look at it this way before
But as I approach my birthday
All you man are my youngers
You man are my youngers, bruv

If you can't

running no I ain't bluffin'
This the Encore gotta hurry boy
You know I'm running that's because
This the Encore
Gimme more
Tryna reach the scene
Tryna score

Intro

C-Note

Third Coast Born

hearted
It's see-Note, I represent the Sizzouth
I'm bout to put this HK, in your motherfucking mizzouth
I bizall, I'm talking bout the green
If I ain't

comprehend this
It’s rare I even exist
Bitch, top me off your list
Bro, I swear to God, I did this before
Swear to God, I ain't miss before
Reason why you hear

packing uh
They catch him, turn him to ashes uh

I hit the stu, it was me and 30K
Came from a way where we stay by the trees
No we aint saying we putting

ain't even got the time

Babygirl ima dog
One fall then we all fall
Take a nigga life
Hell nah we don't bide by the law
Me, Day Supreme, Youngstar
Don

Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy
You gotta switch chargers swear to God
Really I'm just preaching in this bitch
Fucking racks up
Walk out Neiman's leaving

Show Business

A Tribe Called Quest

The Low End Theory

1991

gettin' signed, they can't rhyme
And if that ain't bad, you got bootleggers
Goin' out like suckers, motherfuckers
Feel it's time that I let loose

kill me
Oh what a feeling I hope it doesn’t kill me
Niggas been a thorn by my side
Yeah yeah
Niggas still talking out of spite
Yeah yeah
Bad bitch coming

Yeah
Uh
Look
I can only express myself with rhymes and words it's like
I can only let it out when I write these nouns and verbs I type
On this iPhone

a way for us to eat by making noise
We making noises
I got a homie named Denzel
He been repping for the dmv
Ain't many real ones left
I feel like it's

it
Boy I can flow with the best cause I'm lit
They saying my flow ain't the best that's a myth
Yeah I done had me another lil jit
Shout out to my

Aye
Can’t keep letting time slip by mane
Gotta make the most out of today
Ya hear me?
Aye
I think you makin it too hard on yourself (Aye)
You keep

these folk been out of line
Look I ain't tryin trace em
Or couldn't paste em
Go get my chalk and eraser
And it's slave blood running through my veins

Tin Angel

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"

"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer

Don't hit me in the morning 
Tryn figure out a move 

I'm tryn race my clock 
Bitches on dick 
Tryna chase my cock 
I make money 
But I'm really tryna

Notha Nigga Car/Clothes

Prophet Posse

Body Parts

1998

cheese just stacked
But never the less it's time to wreck and check
this buster that's livin out of state
That's dwelling in by ways of Memphis

Jacks all day.
It's a patriotic scene, all that's missing is the Queen,
But she said she couldn't make it of a Tuesday.
Then something wells up here

Initial disbelief, followed up by a guttural scream 
Ripcord pulled, and the curtain falls, and a scramble to handle the morbid scene 

And anything could

scene

RIP to the beat
Now I'm done playin'
I made it by skill, I ain't make it by chance
So can't take that deal, it don't meet my demands
Seen more in

much I save now
 	

When the stars do align we gon break out
 	
Been stepping you can tell by the 8 count
 
	
Gimme it all I need a rider that came for

lived life
I was living life

O mysterious joy in the arms of a boy
O mysterious joy in the arms of a boy
Joy
Abba Abba Abba
But He got it back