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(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
Please get accountants to count it for me
Get control of your bitch, she keep flockin' on me
Fly by myself, seen the top

Outrage gonna make
Secret, drunk, brutal, dirty, and rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities, grandmas'

and outspeed the storm
It's just secret doors
Lead to secret doors that lead to secret doors
Hidden chambers, creaking floors
Old stories told about meteors
I

OPEN SECRET

I got what you need 
Fuck your wants
I got what you need 
This could be your secret favorite jam it’s just you and me 

I didn’t want

See you at the top
Know I'm falling for you
I be on my way
Girl I'm all in for you
Secrets let 'em fade
Know I'm balling for you
Think I might just

there you know it's a fee
They want to see if I fall
And fill the spot when I'm gone
I'll be
At the top when I'm gone
At the top when I'm gone
And if they

Time is always flying by
To grind all day is not enough
I need Michael's Secret Stuff
To have my body keeping up
Go all out before I die
To this game I

Say Ooh

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

you right
Man:	Right
Salt:	Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man:	I'm ok, I'm chillin'
	What we gon' do
	By yourself
Salt:	Yeah
Man:	What you up

I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes

never give in
Telling her fears
I slip her a secret
Then I slip it in
Fuckin a thot with a slippy slip
She wanna hop on top
Getting down to business
I'll

myself, from the top, I see me drown
I need a hand to help me up when I can't swim
I just wanna feel, yeah, I just wanna feel
All by myself while my world

I guess that's what makes it so 
I can't say how much you mean to me

Up on a mountain top
Down by the dark blue sea
I can't say how much you

This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and

Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,

Now

Negativland

Guns

1992

sped on)
I see Mrs. Kennedy's pink suit... (she calls, oh, no)
There's a Secret Service man (the motorcade sped on)
Checking over the top of the car

until we eatin'
And Rocky is the best it
Ain't no mother fuckin' secret
Westwood, Westwood what's good?
Freestylin' off the top of the dome baby
A$AP,

the check up, nigga, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Top my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan

wasn't built in a week
So I rinse I rehearse I repeat
By the time that I've finished spitting 
Everybody will be sitting and gripping onto the edge

this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,

Step
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Play by play
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Bitch better get

heading to bed 
Dreading every day till the weekend comes 
But gotta head back by the Monday sun 
Everybody judging whatever you wear 
How to tie them

you're not far
You tear me apart

Feeling like I'm on the top but I'm really on the bottom
If we keep it going we might run into some problems
Deepest

Chopper fold him like a stroller
Pop his top like Coca-Cola
Rsn the top soldiers (ItsMear lets do it)
Keep it a secret (Huh)
Can't f*** with these f***

all my secrets while the tweaking
Yeah I'm bleeding
Dance until I don't know what I'm feeling
I'm grieving
A'int nobody notice what I'm needing
They

Did I sing at the top of my lungs
Did I sing at the top of my lungs for my friends
I've been adding up my mistakes
Lampshades kept my lights undone