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of
Those days where you, like, start to not
Even really like what you're
Wearing, you know
Don't like how your hair looks
And kind of bummed about how your

Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get

Things Get a Little Easier

Biz Markie

The Biz Never Sleeps

1989

wearin' much gold
Drivin' a Benz, Jaguar and a Rolls
The lifestyle he lived was far from penny ante
Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho, word to granny's panties
'Cause he

of mine and I hope
You'll acknowledge my progress, but it's not good enough for me
I know it's sad, I don't know when, I hope I'll grow up eventually

I

crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get

a dream, but lately we can't grasp it
There's been too much murder and not enough martyr
Why is it no one else wants to impress Jodie Foster?

[x3:]
I'm

news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell

I'm sorry man, but the power you bring ain't enough to change these dunes
Glassed over eyelids open up to show my concentrated truth rays
Sand is not my

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If

Amerikkkan Idol

Joey Bada$$

All-Amerikkkan Bada$$

2017

another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin' a black man by police is "He's got a gun"
Damned if he do,

Don't Fight the Feelin'

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort because of your height

GLASS HAMMER

Words and music by Vincent Elt

Treading the line between happy and sad,
Crazy and mad, God and the devil.
Thinking of you, you think

are
But you're not that kind of freak

Only been gone for an hour
Feel like a lifetime without her
Something about her
Gotta feeling like I got

by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,

the leaves gold 
Slowly dies the heart 
Sad young men are growing old 
And that's the cruelest part 
All the sad young men seek a certain smile 
Someone they

The Battle

Shystie

Vertically Challenged

2005

I'm so low,
Yah, yeh don't know, so --

None a yer words can hurt me, fool.
None a yer combacks mean f*k, fool.
Nuffin' you say can hurt me, fool.

listening cokes 

I swear your arms are not impressing 
Probably we can go to war 
I’m pressing arms like a lizard I do push on my walls 


Not after the hall

Make your lessons interesting!

I'm like so confused. Who are you? What is your name? I'm calling the principal right now. 
Ms. K it's okay. I'm here

sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry

That we are not condemned for 'tis right of men to reign over beasts here
As long as we clear
It's not barbaric bloodletting when prophetic God

to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you short, because of your height or your

it's platinum in my watch, should I still care 'bout goin' gold?
If I gave that shit away, you think I'm ever goin' broke?
I'm not chasin' money, money

Protect the minds by any means necessary

(NINO BRIGANTEE)

The words in the scriptures are falling in place 

And I see that the demon is just winning