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Can't you feel something? Where I'm at?
Can't you see nothing at the back?
Hear the teeth crunching, peers and seeds crumbling
Stuck inside a box and it's

I'm independent
So call Cole Bennett
Top where I'm headed
My style fitted
I'm stacking digits
Like flight attendants
My service alpine
I am

Family Reunion

Hitchcock

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I

can do it by himself, don't need no ones help. No one
Who you know
Whos got my back where the real ones at? Show Love
Who you know
Who can hold me down,

Yeah, I be so high, ain't got no service
If you smokin' mid, what's your purpose
My lil' bitch, she with the shit, shorty workin
G-O-D, Milly, she

love is in service
It will never be worthless, go, go, go
I sing along to any beautiful song
It might drive you crazy
But baby I warned ya
My love is

Internet Going Nutz

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers

in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it

the name of Jesus
Yeah

A new life in Christ, a new life in Christ where we're cleansed by the blood of Jesus, forgiven, walk in the light
A new life in

next to madness like Kenyon carry on
Flyer them the rest I told you I'm ish
Watch me exercise my excrement while sending messages
DMV's messenger love it

heavenly
Operating by my truth and penetrating when I speak
But you know they shoot the messenger you better pray for me
As I fulfill my assignment on this

Look into my eyes
Future self disguised
I know you look the same as me
But true, your life's a mystery
Show me what you know
Tell me where you'll go

Laying down traps for the rats thats trying to creep up
I'll clean you out like a paid service for maid service
Go upside your head like a barber, doing

By Myself

Ying Yang Twins

Alley...Return of the Ying Yang Twins

2002

[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by

ran me a tight route
Play then you lay
Nigga best watch what you say
Nigga your team will get wiped out
Secret service
We got so much ammunition yeah

Call Me

Allan Sherman

My Name Is Allan

1965

in Wichita
And then, when you reach Cary Grant
Tell him I'd love to, but I just can't

(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America

one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make

since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with

nigga, so she fuck with suckers
All she know was lame-ass niggas, look at her brother
Gotti, where you been, where you been?
I been off the scene

the time could you just come by and hang?
We'll put it all aside and marinate on some things

Deeper, I wanna go deeper
I'm getting tired of the surface

communication fails i'll reconnect it, i want to rave.
i love you
even when i'm sleeping.
when i close my eyes you're everywhere.
no matter where the road is

Niggas got a tracking device on your car
They know where the fuck you
Been goin' all week
You left two birds at your grandma house
There's niggas ready

and watch it all explode

Round 'em up, round 'em up
Shoot the messenger
Still tellin' tales till the nail's
In the coffin wood truth tellin' lies
So you aim