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Hotel Room

Edgar Broughton

Inside Out

1972

If I came into your city
Hung up on a game
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name

Though you didn't know my name

the enemy fist to the face
Come take a page from my book christ at the center but Im in the paint
I'm passing the rock to the rock to put up a shot and end

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No government assistance shared
My biggest flex cuz where I'm from they ensnared
Handouts cuz when salaries
Barely cover necessities
The law ain't shit

Export, expand, accelerate, exteriorise 
The collapse we accept that they kill the distant innocent in our place 
There's nothing you can see here that's

Who's he? Think he a contender
Frostbitin my flows and now I'm colder than December
Soul on fire, getting high off the embers
Export my ego right after I

Just so that where all clear
Neutral blacks here to cause fear
From 88 until this year
There no need for tears
From center court to crick court
Blunts

content, but I need that soon
Write somethin' with a nice lil' tune
Have that done by the afternoon
Lay it on top like a snaggle tooth
Export that, then I

the fire
Purify it in the water
Breath deep into your center
Feet grounded upon the Earth

Remember everyone that hurt you
Recognize that they were hurting

no assistance
If I catch a fatal shot, don't let my name waste away
I got to stay alert with all these racks I'm 'bout to make
Bitch I am not a rapper,

much assistance
To improve people's positions
I'm the king
Im the Land
Filled the hearts and the stands
And If I never hooped again
I'll still retire

Super Fluke

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

Choke up on watcher logic with a left-center field indicator gestured gently.
Smash when the one-oh-one-octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity.

But I ain't playing no games I mean business
And every boss need a assistance
So is there anything you can assist with?
I need to know
Like a yes man

or conflicted rebels with sorted views
Are you rapper or reporter? with a point to prove?
Don't ask me for assistance in positioning agendas
In the center

to die just to 
Sell out the Staples Center

I be in the spot 
And my chick look lit
You be in the spot 
And your chick look hit
All these bands on me
Gon

right?
They say you make gotta give back pay it forward
Was in the paint playing center you wont playing forward
Naw you wasnt with me shooting in gym tho

Making me the center piece
Thinking that you're killing me
Draining all my energy
'Cause you're feeling low
Take all of my glow
Just so you can flow
Sorry

I'm not in no fault, but too much on a nigga expected
Yeah I got a dick but bitch acting erected
She poking me right Center
They always knew nigga was

own, till my very last breath

Thinking you grown still asking permission
Clocked in a job with the social assistance
Sistas wont listen, my brothas stay

the distance
Connect with a dragon that offers her assistance
She dips to the surface of the river and glides
I leap from my boat to her back and take flight
She

to your temper
The net inspector deck had to 
Be the present in his center source 

We are a soul connection
Like Ashford and Simpson
But there's no net

lane got a cross in it
We pick it up like call centers
Narrow path I'm not lane-switching
You on the broad path? I gotta pray different
If I'm talking

it Ours this time
Even if something doesn't feel right
By the lions teeth I am dragged to its den
A fresh wood home with a cauldron in the center