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from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies

I Can't Swim

Snoop Dogg

Tha Last Meal [Clean]

2000

technique, y'all niggas gon' respect me,
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though,
Gettin' interviewed by motherfuckers like

re-invent the order
I gotta slaughter every fucking rapper in a order
You, you and then you
I'm doing what a lot of the people can't do
That's wrapping

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

made for toys.
I wan´ em real thick an´ juicy.
So fin´ that juicy double.
Mix Alot´s in trouble,
Beggin´ for a piece o´ that bubble.
So I am lookin´

he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck

Man down
I am not a trapper
I don't do drugs
Only thing I'm servin' out
Is a lot of hugs
Put me in a box
Huh
Good luck
Cause Imma be up outta there
Huh

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

a lot for us to do now
I'm whipping in my momma's
White Lexus Convertible
Stunt on you haters
Ain't nothing personal
The heated seats and the cup holders

Unify

Kid Capri

Pimpin' Ain't Dead

1999

same thang  game came when I left em 
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 

But I'm his Royal Slickness  ghetto weakness  come Rick is

to tomorrow, what I can do the day after that
Gave you my word and me never lie
Only in church man would I testify
You is my brethren, I'm your alibi
Nigga we

hit it, I hit it first

And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just how you'd do me
And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just why

freely
Yeah
I'll do this shit on my own
Making diamonds out of blood like Sierra Leone
Turn on my phone, rappers dancing like they Jackson Mahomes
Im

About these sins nobody done
What the fuck, bitch, why you lie
Got my slime doin' some time
Free my nigga up out them links
North Carolina, that shit

and deport 'em all
Some of ya'll, y'all thank y'all are
But I assure you not by far
miseducated by a piece of paper
by the same ones who approved slavery
In

path end up right, no cash
Back lash; taken by the rage when the verse starts (ay)
Look at me go, watching me flow
But how many rappers have done said

initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move

Yeah, yeah, yeah
LA leakers, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk
Let's do it today bro, live from Redbull
Studios in beautiful Santa Monica
 California baby

I'm taking
I'm buying some lavines or  go hit the lot, I'mma buy me a Lex
They keep asking the price on the jewelry, I'mma ask for no price

All I know

Trash Day

Weird Al Yankovic

Poodle Hat

2003

to get that stuff of the kitchen floor (oh)
Is that too much to ask you for (oh)
But I see no reason why, I can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)

I done seen alot thru these eyes
You can’t lie to these eyes
Now i’m up they surprised
I shed blood and tears thru these eyes
Kept my eyes

Veni Vidi Vici

Nas

Rebel Heart

2015

pressure
Or the ridicule of two bigaloos
Now who's the fool?
And I ain't never been happier, no lie
I'm just you humble servant, I'm Nas
If y'all burn down

The (Peek-A-Boo) Game

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product

A lot of rappers on my list this is real
I'm the hellraiser yeah

I came the hellraiser understand my mind
I trip sometimes i think I'm blind
That