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lyrically intelligent why even try me
A bar for bar is not a toe to toe bout
I’m trying to eat y’all motivated by the clout
These flows flow out like water

(Kinny and Arcanum)
She's on a bed in a more than sign
Cuz I swapped hip-hop for the dead ass grind
Eight Jimmy Hills and I sniffed twelve lines

that you rocking probably a lease
Got all the bars got all the beats
And I'm going nasty, going out sadly like it was written by Safdies (uh)
Popping

of the mind you treat by combining some drugs or
Finding a childhood trauma tied up inside to release it's
A struggle to love me and just to look at me suffer

Yeah 
Hey
Late night on the cruise letting loose 
Dodging the boys in blue 
In my feels in my blues 
I'm revealing the truth when I'm speaking to you

baby,

And I'd forever be your baby too.

That's why I thought you'd never leave me hangin',

An' stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed,

Singin' the blues

clean, splash ya ?
Double blue 62 smash ya limousine
You could set trip, but I get the ammo near
Like a bad alibi, switch up the lambo gear
These other

One Song At A Time

Mark Knopfler

Down the Road Wherever

2018

My whistle under the archways
Still echoes down the street
All the way back to Deptford days
And nights down by The Creek
Notes as big as river

mimes
Attracting much attention yeah
Call me Magneto gassed to the max like
I downed twelve burritos
Tear the beat apart like Christmas gift wrap
(er)
I'm

that shit!)

Don't post bail, we don't trust snitches
My barber male, we don't trust bitches
Aye, we got some cold business
Twelve pull up they got cold

news
And beat your bitch ass home
Bar none fade all, and we deep as the ocean
You be floating down the brazzer
Duct taped eyes open
Fucking with KMJ,

Gettin Money

Lil' Keke

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 13

2008

clean, splash ya ?
Double blue 62 smash ya limousine
You could set trip, but I get the ammo near
Like a bad alibi, switch up the lambo gear
These other

boy, you ain't bought enough
Youngest in my city, worth a fifty, I'm tryna set the bar
A ticket for this toy, it sit so low it feel like a go-cart

12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Fed ass niggas why I get behind bars
Yea I run with red and blues

can hear a trio playing
In some desserted bar they’re turning twelves around
So diluted and distorted 
Smells of blood and piss when bad blues is all

And that’s a cool deal
Cus we been terrorizing 12 and the blue shield 
Since we was twelve
Been leaving shells
Bullets sing like Adele 
Say my name it ring

a couple thats a common offense

Some like peanut butter spread others berry jam,
Some like to have to have they knees spread by another man (is it true)
Its

then six then twelve passed quickly by
The son continued learning on his own
But sometimes in the night he'd start to cry
Just aching for his father

a lot to you
They still will hate
11 clips don't fuck with twelve
Send thirteen hits bout fourteen there
Shot fifteen times, sixteen blues each
Started

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

Them Bareback Horses

Chris LeDoux

Songs of Rodeo Life

1971

little bitty fight
You're drunk and broken hearted
And it's twelve o'clock at night
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by God you got

blue steel
On black day
Silver clouds when the mac spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My minds a museum filled
With microphone exhibit's
Of rhymes that I

will get you whatever, I came as Thanos
I threw you jewels with an NYCHA flow
Blue and orange signs like I was on Dolan's payroll
Malcolm X Air Raid

first bowl
Winter cold
By the tennis courts
At the bus stop
That for twelve years I stood I waited for
Miss those days, I used hate it though
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