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appetite as Big Pun
They say I'm too much, I ask how come
There's no one else with opposable
Thumbs with such a touch
You help a nigga once and
He'll

back shoot a Mc flurry, hit my Stephen Curry
I'm 30 for 30
Yeah it's regular to me but I make it look flirty
You think you can hurt me
My trap so clean

fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their

Got off my ass and I'm on my grind in still hustlin
If u lost it but can't get it back you ain't a real hustler
They buyin wat I'm selling yea I got

Most wanted cuz I did what can't do
Don't judge till you walk in fucking shoes 

Resurrected from the Ashes I'm a new me 
Reincarnated as king 
Recognize

niggas askin' what the fuck he wearin', huh
I just tell him, don't you worry (Don't you worry)
Lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck, I shoot my shot like Stephen

like the minister
I'm here to analyze and capitalize
So you could realize I'm the big homie Snoop
Put me down so we go east side
Shit don't change

You're the Top

Fred Hersch

Songs Without Words

2001

're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee

on the floor
Retaliation What else could I lose
cll I see is red just like the pirus
In muddy waters you cant step to my blues
Im tired
Breaking my neck in your

Dumb It Down

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool

2007

Riveting as rosie, pockets full of posies
Given to the mother of the deceased
Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace

You going over niggas heads, lu

spot
Dropped it off, I had it hot, he thought he was open one until I twist the plop

I'm trappin' from outta the shell, I bust the ARP till it break my

Heard you developing your rap sound
Might be noisy but likely only background
I've been listening to artists on my headphones till I pass out
Wake up

Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track,

to be all over them

That's why I never tell them what I'm doing till it's done
And the only name you'll ever catch me dropping is my own

They say

You're the Top

Marcus Roberts

Cole After Midnight

2001

're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee

diking
But I just be getting these paper cuts cuz I’m bout to purchase a island
How you tripping over shit thats behind you
Told my bitch all that cheating

pawns, we're like puppets, controlled by strings
And pulling on them is the bishops, rooks
queens and the kings
Next up, you've got the knights, that's

Dollar and a Dream

The Game

The Documentary 2

2015

what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my

this girl scout
I'm Smoking till this life ends
You ever had weed, hit you in the chest so hard
That you nearly fall over
And all you wanna do is be

tread
You think you getting money
'Till I hit you with it instead
I got 'em lined up
Make 'em fall like domino
Stephen Thompson when I'm blitzing'
My

gotta feed
Gotta get it guaranteed I have to win by any means
No you don't know what I mean
Ya'll can never feel me
Finally turned my life around
Swear

I'm straight to the point
Like I'm Curry Stephen
Can I come over?
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know if youre down for the ride
Let me know

on wired 
Look at my life that's triumph 
Running till I see Zion 
Break it down by the ion 
Take back the kingdom that's the time I'm on

Mind Over Body,

Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem

Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in