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that mean this instance is over
Her tits couldn't show up but this
4 footed girl told me to grow up
Then my next girl, fucked my best friend
I got cucked

Keep It Real

Johnny P.

Victory [Clean]

2000

Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's

Keep It Real

Johnny P.

Victory

2000

Police, can't see me ballin'
Sipping on Hennesey

[Verse 1]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get

Cuz we ain't playin' no games, get to the bag by any means
Whether it's tryna go legit, or out there sellin' to the fiends
Everywhere I go, I got

for you to decode it

One two three yeah I'm cool with the story

But what about the glory

I mean before you tell me you're the best bi to Khalid

O ye

P.N.C.

Smif-N-Wessun

Dah Shinin'

1995

You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these MC's wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up

scream out of windows
Passers by catch it
Can you send up a hatchet
And they think you're little darling
And you screaming
It's pink and it hurt
Laughter

here feels clear use it to get by with
The air I breathe how dare I be
More than you know so stare then leave
Fake ID don't wait for me
I read your dash

balling on your court

I'm 6'10 when I stand on my tiptoe
You'll need a zip-line just to swing at my hip though
While you're at it get a ladder just to land

watchin screens
But still I bring it back to the Word, nah mean

Gaze into the Black Mirror deep inside my Homeland
In an era full of Mad Men trynna be my

slash and dice em
If you think I'm a horrible dude, you're actually right
I'm actin nice to grab the mic and make a human sacrifice
But that's the life

Elite Fleet

Originoo Gunn Clappaz

Da Storm

1996

Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get

Bring It Home

Poison

Native Tongue

1993

who the fuck to believe
When I don't see no means to an end

[Chorus]
We got to bring it home
I don't know what to believe
We got to bring it home

Party for the Fight to Write

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

attatched to my bed
And if I go another day without eating a meal
I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real
And if they keep shootin' guns up and down

da gat I'm stickin to my guns
Different station with the same ole episode, no I ain't got time for no reruns

Turn the TV, this nothin that I wanna see

This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You

the name of Mr Jones Wad E
Straining your brain like TV static
Check out the phunky 3d grafix
Rave visuals enter my digital zone as I recite a poem

Paper Route

You don't know who you're messing with
cin't no Democrat, and by far I'm no Republican
This is the type of talk that'll probably piss

AM I TOO IMMATURE? I'M SO INSECURE
ALL THE STUFF ON TV LORD ITS KILLIN ME
WASSS UP WITH NUMBER SIX ITS MAKIN ME STRESS
I THOUGHT IT MEANT NO SEX MY

the fuck down Mr. West, I ain't done yet
While you're in your little Lambo on Sunset
I'm riding with a gun next to me
And it sounds like a little boy

wasn't I on the cover of the Complex?
You must've seen what I did to Funk Flex
Ya Sean my nigga but I'm
Coming after Sean next
Sit the fuck down Mr west, I

Go watch my Gucci Gang Remix and then if you dont fuck wit me
After that then I dont really need ya clearly youre a sheep
You are blinded by

still talk about the good old days   
Time slips by and we all change
Don’t mean you have to act your age
C’mon, c’mon

You’ve still got time 'till