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burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me

scream
For every draught he'd share a drink
For every sorrow there's a light from our St. James

On the sea by the cliff he watches
He waits the night

much
He's kinda weird, sits by himself at lunch
I feel sorry for the guy, I should get him something good
Something to show him the meaning of Christmas

came and blew me in
The push allowed me to win
Nubian
Look at ya actin' all brand-new again
Hooligan
Why would you be inspired by foolish men?
I couldn't

heart full of Greed
Better on your own
Wait for a God given team
Have the attitude that you gone
Make it by any means
And hold your head up
And never stop

Know that some niggas cant kick it
Ckuz they heart full of greed
Better on ya own 
Wait for a god given team 
Have the attitude 
That you gone make it by

and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that

spend their every night, uh
Here we are sharing a space with them
Grad tripping, trying to avoid tripping up on a nightly basis
Pre-gaming by the pool

Spacious Thoughts

Tom Waits

The Spirit of Apollo

2009

saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's

fiens
Soon as I get a bae treat her like a queen 
Popping in my city ever since I hit the scene 
Day by day, numbers up, I've been getting streams

a different Howie Roseman, an under dog!
Doug Pederson, when Doug Pederson was hired
He was rated as the worst coaching hire
By a lot of freakin' analysts out

I want it all now, i'm impatient
I can't wait 
You know i'm smoking gas
You can tell by the taste
In this world I know you feel misplaced
Show you

This is music to be murdered by

Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony

I’m coming at you
Like horror movie
I’m James harden
Pardon my hardened bargain for groupies
But I’m started a revolution
With my shooting
Rooting

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

attention, learn your lesson on this whole next session
When I grip the mic I spit my shit like a veteran
Wait stop the beat a second
Now bring it back

aint just trapping
I’m James Lipton I got a question for you niggas acting huh
Whatever happened to making music and being you
Drunk views for every

At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them
Over

I'll leave these dummies in a daydream
I've been on my shit since I was eighteen
James Dean in the scene I'm young in the game
Page three I'm making love

callin' her bae
She wait by the phone, i be callin' her late (huh)

James brown, mashed potato, mash potato
Going up,  (hmmm) elevator
Save your check baby,

at 13, he was 41 taken from us
Say numbers don't lie
Helicopters drop from the sky
You live by it, you die by it
Kobe chose to fly
Great man, great father

corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back

Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit

crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam

I’m so couture
I’m down by law, certified B-boy
Hold up, wait a minute
Money – I’m gonna spend it
Or why the fuck would I
Hustle hard to get it?
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