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Sitting by myself in this room
Looking out the window
Waiting for the flowers to bloom
Trying to run away from my thoughts
I assume that you're

on my beautiful piece of art
Yeah, girl I thought you were innocent
Yeah you know this whole song is fucking diligent
Now, all these boys be playin you

got like... dude
Three SoundClouds: Max Tello, Max Tello 1-I mean Max Tello 2, Max Tello 3
This guy's got like two hundred songs
I've got ov- I've got

But I'm still talking to
My alter ego
I'm a chop this up
I'm a chop this shit up
I love you Granny
Ahhh
Let's go
We good
We good
We good
I'm a chop

do this shit for the culture
I don’t owe y’all nothin’, on God
I did it no label, We were runnin’ a poker house throwin’ the money on tables
All of us

Haters

Kool Keith

Spankmaster

2001

Sorry top ten rapper on the answering machine
You're over like Al Green
This song is written for the 2003 team
V.I.P. with Ben Vareen
Cancel your A&R

know my gun I cannot move without
'Cause any minute we can shoot it out
Daddy wasn’t in my life
My momma smokin' dope by Rufus' house
Wrote my first rap

When I sing my song

(When I sing the song of Abraham)
(When the angels guide and take my hand)
(Oh, no)

Goodbye to what has been
Pretty house

making me so lonely in this song
I leave the house and think of all the times I've treated loving wrong

Do do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do

to me
So I'll sing my songs in the streets
And wait for someone to notice me
I'm twenty-six but I feel like thirty
House is clean but I still feel dirty

Spy World

Wall of Voodoo

Call of the West

1982

Well there's that man, he's got everything that he needs
And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
He goes by jones in istanbul and smith in

of magic I ain't never seen before
That first song, I'm gonna keep record
In my house, I eat beats enjoyed
I keep feeling the demons creepin', unsheathe my

be in our graves before we're buried
You told me to write you a song

Walk with me to that old house
The one we swore would be ours
The way the light

shouts out to Justin because he inspired this beat here
And he’s made so many beats over the years
He and I have so many songs together
And I swear they

This Ring

Grantland Rice

Anghellic

2001

This ring
Brings demeaning Demons in
G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being Miss Thing
With

shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known

the blame
All this shit turned me a demon yeh look what i became
Yhung d lil bitch i be fukin on yo main
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house

Why would I come to your show when I can stand in the mirror and rap for free
I was in the field while you was in the house but it really don't

pie
Saturday, Sunday rollin by
Take off your pants, let's watch TV

Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
I can't

the feelin boots the house down
Cuz Imma be a good boy tonight
Yes eyes this guy
Hit me wit a contact on sight
Yes eyes yes I
Met a lotta good men in my life

By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake

don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all

it
Cashed out i don’t do no consignment
Dopeboy like Im still in the 90’s
Oh boy man these niggas lying
You niggas be Lying
But this a no cap zone
Nope

dats why we get along
See I gave her a little head before I did this song
She hold my pistol while creeping down concord 
And she gone let that bitch bop