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All sweet surprise, 
Shines before our eyes, 
While we're young! 

 

Music by Alec Wilder and Morty Palitz 
With lyrics by Bill Engvick , 1943
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!

I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in
[Music and Lyrics by Warrior, Originally performed by Celtic Frost]

After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus
are 
Disguised as your friend 'cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been.... and to 
Everyone who takes the time read my lyrics I would to say that my
by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said
[Lyrics by Frank Krynojewski]
[Music by Frank Krynojewski]

A massive amount of destruction
Coming through the end of the century
This perverted road
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]

Fires blazing electricity racing boiling my veins
Strength without ending the message we're sending
Is no pain no gain
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's 
You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics 
But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful 
None of em lyrical but their
A richer voice than Robin Leach
I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach
Monumentally smooth, I'll prove it sincerely
To barely when you're
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that

I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.

Lyrics made of lead
Michael Jackson Cover

Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Rap Lyrics by Bill Bottrell.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell.


Aaow
label me lethal, lyrics I made then put beats to
Format, collapse, your lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Pischer-z Pretty Paracetamol Lyrics 
Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
I need you when my heard is spinning round,
I look into
captivated by the funky sounds

Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
A discovery will be made like the scientists do
         What will be discovered and finally uncovered
         Will be none other than Marquis, your brother
The thicker the richer the bigger the dread
So I don't need no honeycomb
So eeney, meeney, miney, mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that

I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.

Lyrics made of lead
(chorus)
Crab rappers!, You need to shut your mouth you don't want none
You need to shut your mouth you don't want none...

(verse 1)
Yo! stoned is
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
man it's Wu-Tang Forever God
Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God
You know what I'm sayin'
Nah mean
Oh hell no, none of this shit
Come on man  beats,