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Generation EFX

Das EFX

Generation EFX [Clean]

1998

wiggidee rock the Fubu 
The official  launch the missile 
Blow the whistle at the art official 
Miggidee mix sure to South Central 
Forget you  like

a phonecall
Full of a issues
Only when you're gone then they miss you
Here to clean up the game full a tissues
Better know it's official
On a up strike force,

spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks

Ayy, big up Central Cee and Lil Baby, you know
Bun this track, serious track, know what I'm sayin'?
Ey, some guys can't got band for band, they're

what they doin
But one thing about it, I'm a killer fuckin' track
And if you got a piece and you say it's from Johnny
It ain't official unless JD is

the neck, of every doubter like a noose, ooh
Might just end up on the news, ooh

"From Dallas, Texas, the flash, apparently official
'President Kennedy died

he at it again

From Dallas, Texas, a flash
Apparently official President Kennedy died at 1 p.m. Central Standard Time
2 o'clock Eastern Standard Time,

What the World Needs Now Is Love/Abraham, Martin and John

Tom Clay

The Complete Motown Singles, Vol. 11A: 1971

2008

bulletin: Dallas 
Texas, the flash, apparently official: 
President John F. Kennedy died, at 1 p.m., central standard time. 

Anybody here, seen my old

After the ATF mowed down their only son dead
Think back to lovely Waco Texas and then
Ponder exactly where supposed terrorists den
But if not Arabs who

Silly of You

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

Hey, let me get them keys
To the crib and Lexus, step to this
And I know some cats livin' down in Texas
S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list
Who

for me when I'm done with these
Hot flows cooked up that Texas heat
Nah, that's track six, we on track three
Just wanted y'all to be previed
The strong

the pack
Dominate like shaq
The substance you lack
U missed I couldn't take it back
Nigga track after track
Bring heat thats a fact
Girl always rushin
Call

with my day ones (Spend it all) 
You could not go compare me 
Every track like therapy 
Too official on the track 
Yea I make my own beats and my own

became key to human survival
the planting and harvesting of crops and other seasonal activities
Associated with food production were central to these

Let me start by saying, that I have come to slay them
All these agents in this matrix keep playing
But when my tongue starts laying vocal tracks it's

tough
Draws me close it's that kind of stuff that
Builds you up like weights make you buff
That's why I keep making it official
With dope tracks that pop

nipping 
Put the past on a track you clip it
Take a lap run it back you tripping
But it's never gonna last you digging 
Your body in the grave in

the Rolling Plains of Texas, to the west where money's found
I was thinking back on Cheyenne and the wrecks that we called home
I was thinking bout deliverance,

Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R.E.

Competitions non existent
Leaving em in knock out positions
Bitch I`m official
We are warriors
Ya`ll better go ask about me
The industry needing a nigga so bad

All the money in world don’t bring no happiness 
I been so busy I lost track of time 
I’m tryna piece put the together 
I can’t to seem to find any

security state of virginia,  
whose official theorist declares method on black  
skin as a manicured lawn, as an alabaster factory,  
as strip mining the top

the foreign than the next day in the Lexus
I got hoes in every state talking Cali way to Texas bitches love the way I drip they be like oh that nigga sexy
I be

Chuck Norris
Bruce Lee
Jackie Chan
Jet Li
Van Damme
Michael Jai
Ip Man
Tony Jaa
Sound ninja yall' under attack
Hear my footsteps all on the track