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a nigga up
Trick em off the streets
Give em a white bitch
Sell ya soul for cheap
Turn em on drugs
Next is a white sheet
Potners showin love
RIP on a white

for the cheddar
Hangay forever, and ever and ever

Have you ever made love up in the air
I wanna know
It's hard for me to bring you down
And let you go

it together like who care
Got tricks up my sleeve
Cause I believe people don't fight fair
Like in America
Birth me I'm your son
I'm coming for promised

three K for the jeans (uh)
Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve (trick up my sleeve)
I'm cool on you dawgs, 'cause I don't want the fleas
I

and reclaim where you oughta be
San is return
Ko is to go
Fa is to look seek and take what they owe
Heed what I said
Heavy yo' head
Don't lighten the load cause

I bring them racks when I pop out
We got them sticks when we hop out
I had the gun in the bed at my momma house
Go to school for the trap and you

For the Young Sophisticate

Frank Zappa

Läther

1996

vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Baby baby why you cryin'
Feeling sorry what she said
Put down the rag, I

Sorry N' Shit

Tech N9ne

Sickology 101

2009

by the whips 
They keep the heaters near meters 
In case you pussies trip 
See I?m so gutter and gullie 
And I can make it ugly 
I know these

pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

the snooze
Challenge me we duel
Can't go by the book they never taught me shit in school

Raised by niggas thinking I could overcome statistics
Missing bros I

love and
Calls her his little Smurf

But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny

black excellence (what else?)
I cook dope all day, I'm the GOAT wit' it

Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I

Yeah, ay, yeah, ay (You dig? You dig? You dig?)

Hundred racks up in the pantry
Look like a ransom (SSET)
Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I

And as I speak, I feel like I haven't reached the peak
And talk is cheap, but I'm getting better by the fuckin' week
And when it rains it pours, but you not

without getting
Yourself a bag
Bag
Got to get myself a bag
Ain't a magician but I got them tricks
I Ride for my brother like Morty and rick
Had to switch up

despise
I will not stand by while they try to deny the truth
Sin is leading Souls right into the fire!
Bet you never thought C-DOT could do this
Forgot I go

(don't reach)
I got some good game from the streets
I know how to eat (I know how to eat)
Never gon leech (nah)
I go and get it for me
I been on a spree

talking shit then I gotta give him hell
Only time will tell
Imma go be what I told myself
A young OG with a diamond belt
Tour the whole world then be home

Aint nothin to go through another
And that go for anything and everything
Im feelin godly no I'm feelin heavenly
Let me set my planet right into place

I got a lot more of these magic tricks
I flaunt in your face, I taunt and I play till your mad as shit
They never do nothin' bout it
What the fuck are

by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot

One foot n one foot out
U gotta give respect
Or leave tha house
Money make niggaz feel like they can pay for it but ion don't give no fuck bout what

Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still I had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

A THOUSAND KNIVES
FORCED INTO MY EYES
CARVING OUT THE SHAPE OF YOU
SO INCANDESCENT

FUCK GIVIN INTO WHAT YOU DID
TRYNA FOOL ME BY DEMEANING
EVERYTHING I