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blonde so I could kick it with the kids
God I hope I make it in this fucking music shit, God damn
I know you wanna be the man
But some of y'all fit

They say it's talent, I just work hard fur the racks
They tryna knock me off my grind i promise i won't give em that
Locked in so stop the phone

Reckless

Afrika Bambaataa

Twogether Funk

2002

That you should discover 
You can't trust a girl 
Or judge them by the cover 

They can lead you on 
And keep you in a daze 
Keep you head over

On this fucking flight I sit, with this fuckin life I live
On my way to Reykjavik, I promise I'll still take your bitch
Need a puffy coat, cause

Am I pull in the streets with the wagon
Wagwam tell me what's good
If you toach my brother then by guns be by guns
Cheffing
They turn to kentoky food

Street Cafe

John Lodge

Natural Avenue

1977

The-the-the music played from the street cafes
All the people were passing in a distant haze
When you walked by
And I'm-a lonely and need someone

you are, Kick it BURN
Burn Burn Burn Burn
When I walk down the runway Yeah it’s my turn, I gotta
Burn Burn Burn Burn
When I walk down the Runway Yeah

You ain't gotta walk over say hi
Promise baby I'll make my move first
Order any kind drink that you like
Then hear about it all on my new verse
1942

right fuck it gotta let em go
Mean while catch us getting money in some js
You can tell by his swag young niggas getting paid
If they gone hate my nigga

which ones to take
They tell me not to walk by sight
So I been swinging round with feelings and faith
It may seem to you I'm blind
But it ain't that

For my brothers that I lost, I'ma put my light in the sky
I promise not to cry, I'ma vote for you
I'ma vote for you
For my brothers that I lost, be

effort when I walk on the track
I won't stop till my niggas in the back of the bach
I'm really chasing on a bag, you niggas chasing a sack
Put me in chains

America

Chuck D

Everybody

2017

gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don't give a fuck

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what

money on mind
Let the music sell
This life that I'm living
Am I living it well
Even in darkness man will prevail
You won't see me on my arse
Or sitting in

Ouu when the sun goes down
My doubts come out
I only get this feeling when the dark surrounds
Rather be by myself
When I drown
Cant Promise to be

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satisfaction in life
By bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing
So it's all retch, and no vomit, it never gets there

pack six like it's sippy cups Gettin' turnt off the juice in my trippy cup
And turn the music up And lately been fresher than the rest
Like an Easter cut

The last of the players
I really can’t say
Grinding tryna find a little time up in a day
Wish that I could up and leave this whole game right now
I promise