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visa, he here to stay
I think we deserve to celebrate
Gated community on the way
I play for keeps like I'm DOLLA Dame
Might go Hoodie Melo, Stevie

two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy

Give back to community all that I need
For me, imma be out here cleaning for green
Blacker than coffee, I get it out cream
Hannibal Lecter eating out

be me
I'm livin' in a mansion
Hold a nigga's wife for ransom
I'm like a rich Charles Manson
A view, backyard, about 40 acres
You read about me in

Patti Dooke

Guru

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

the Patti, what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (oh)
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

Just the other day I got a starter kit
(An M is

dead?" yeah, he's a goner
I smoke four leaf-clovers
Rob leprechauns for they pot of gold
He had potential
You could say it was the greatest
Story that was

score
And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in

The Dance

El-P

The End of the Beginning

2003

for fun
Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
Bullets still in ya gun
Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
'cause you pissed

It said you coming to cleanse ruins and sharpen our tool kits
Stimulus to bodegas in food desert adventures
Close quarters with certain folks giving

many bars will it take you for you to see
Maybe one day when my names on a eulogy
Everything complex gated communities
I came to vent on a few imposters

& I put in overtime for my kin
They inclining our sins 

The serpents out to crawwwwl
Creeping in the dark
Communities of blood drip from their hands

The Dance

El-P

Collecting the Kid

2004

for fun
Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
Bullets still in ya gun
Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
'cause you pissed

to put on for the city, city never heard of you
I kept my mouth closed, took notes
That was my decision
God wrote my Destiny
Child don't cloud my vision
I

Don't Drink the Milk

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

and jazzy has he
Been respected, for the past three
Decades finds his baseball cards
Niggaz have them then discard, and I'm vexed
Should I flex my pecks

But my heart is in the middle like a nucleus
Hometown teeter totter community is losing it
On the one side you got some people doin shit
On the other

other part of me wanna flip
I can't tell just who is who for the starter me this the kit
Niggas talkin' outta turn
Why I'm pacing?
Mind is racing faster

what drama mean
Shorty can't you see I'm focused trynna lift up
Global communities to integrate in unity
Lucky you get time for doing me, truthfully
I

What I would be doing
Doing it yeah I'm doing it till I ruin it
Crooning, shit, there's no way he'll go through with it
There's no room for the muse in

There's a lack of regard for traffic laws
And the squeal of the engines is the loudest sound I heard this week
Until you sat at the kit and started pounding