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a lot about you by the way you move
Even if I fell off would you play it cool
Young nigga gamed up from the old school
She trying to get chose like

cars and all
Disrespect the Commodore
I bet we bring the drama now
AK-47 with that donkey dick
I'm Thugging Now
Blacka Blacka
I hit the lotto when I spot

over there, takin' losses, cause you
Play by rules ,I'm over here, carefree, so I cannot lose
I'm rockin' linci shoes, I match it with the Prada jewels

My grandmother didn't take no mess. My grandmama told me to be the best. 

She was a lady full of class and grace. You could tell by the smile on her

Visions
I get visions of you
If you only knew if you only knew
Visions
I get visions of us
Is it really love can I really trust
Think I'm gettin' too

Put on a Record

Drapht

Brothers Grimm

2008

on a record
Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end

Imprisoned in this song's composition
A vision with every listen the listener can picture

Swashbuckled

Alestorm

Back Through Time

2011

of Redrum
The ginger commodore
He got a case of the scurvy rot
And then that bastard was no more

This is the tale of Captain Crashride
By his crew,

bit lightning war
(Walking, walking)
He was a data crushing Viking of a Commodore
(Walking, walking)
He was the Mongol horde of the checker board

Vision of Love
You are the one I need
The one I really Love
I’ll Stand by You, if you Stand by Me
Cause if you really love somebody that’s how good love

Ayyy hoo
Ayyy ho
Woosh
Huh
Ayyy ho

One destination heavens where we gotta go
Put my vision on a mission now it's time to go
One destination heavens

court and for what don't know why 
Cuz I'm low that the psychic can't even predict it 
Packs dangled over me is not Lipton 
Can't have a dog by me wimping

And I can't stop for no one
And that's my promise baby

I grab the bull by the horns
A matador I make more waves
Than the intro screen to the Commodore
64

ride six-fours like a commodore
Or swing slow like a hummer door
Success ain't as far as you put it
But much less as far as you wouldn't
Like nice resume

dying in a ditch
That grab em by throat and slit, slit, slit
Talk shit, talk shit, you get fucking hit (yuh)
Imma kill him let him know
Imma put on a show

made!
Wanna be a wise guy?
Your ass a go bye bye!
I set the rules
These bitches abide by
The tool a stain you up
Like you played in tie dye
& I tell

Balzo la gavetta dritto al mio traguardo
Pietro Cossa by night occhio all'autovelox
Un fra dice vai ai 20, ci faccio il medio
Poi un dosso ai 70 che manco

be?"
YELLOW STEVE, the fellow with the mellow beats
And crack joints like both elbows on the bend Incredibly
A defenseless slumber party raided by Freddy

Brisbane, but full of charisma
We aint changing for no one, it is what it is bruh
And by the way, we're sick of the term backwards
We got Krispy Kremes now

Thought I'd make it by now
Sky bound, fly jets over my town
Light brown Persian rugs up in my lounge
First you get a little buzz then it dies down
So

eat em up
They end up burning out my asshole

I be in the hills fucking birds
While watchin "Schindler's Fist" by Steven Spielberg
Nah I'm just kidding,

your database with a shot of SQL
This is not a sequel, you scream give me more
I'm old school like Coleco or Commodore 64
Remy spits the raw, you script

"Easy" by The Commodores and you said 'no'

But where were you in colder days?
I'd like to know, I'd like to know
And where will you be in years to come?

the music itself 
The shelf, well it was stacked with em - stacked to the maximum 
Old school, before R&B became an acronym
The Commodores, Ojays, Isleys,

the connoisseurs
With all kinds of sores from the pain
From knocking doors, of our commodores and they not a solider of the gang
They'll receive all the beef with