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I think I found my Center!
Yeah, yeah
I think I found my Center!
Center... yeah
I think I found my Center
I think I found my Center on Center Street

thick like custom plus the weapons
That keep you steppin' while I perfects
The art of microphone checkin'
You flow slick for a second but
Now it's Rob-O's

Art and Life

Beenie Man

Art and Life [Clean]

2000

art and life
Art and life, art and life

Question to di world(ask dem)
And I seh who is gonna be my friend
Through thick and thin to di end
Less I

Holy Thou Art God [Live]

Richard Smallwood

The Praise & Worship Songs of Richard Smallwood With Vision

2003

wisdom and power is Yours alone 
Worthy, worthy, Thou art God 
Angels cry, “Holy, I give You praise” 
Worshiping You, Lord for Your majesty 
Bowing

dancing with our friends"
(I'll take her word for it the slumber
Parties were not jungle-themed in Canarsie)

You heard it here first "Anaconda" is about

bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out

like New Orleans
Teflon Kevlar wearing eighties babies dropping bars
Most do this for the recognition, but I do it for the art
I do this out of love, I

silent killers
I'm just as big as the Georgia World Congress Center
I'm making straight art, you don't want it with me
Rap is so clear, you thought it was

really bending 
Guessing every sword is double edged
Never thought that art was war
Cut cord, wonder
Do you too?

My friend he's all heart
It's

The art of you is burning a whole picture, skimming articles
To find the part worth holding on to, only just for now
‘Cause every moment is a universal

Wingardium Leviosa

You make me soar, make me levitate
Keep me comin' back for more, never hesitate
When you perform, take center stage
Girl, I adore you,

Center City

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

Stolen half full glasses of human footprints for my friends. 
The irate has lost his wooden leg. 
The stuck up lost her penis. 
Ye fateful eat

It’s just another day in the
Life of an artist searching for truth in the
Rhymes that I harvest
Art is my savior, art is my crutch
Art is my

It's the art and I'm here to play my part
It's the art and I'm here to play my part
It's the art and I'm here to play my part
It's the art, It's

the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important

come back to me friend

Aim for the center again
Aim for the center again
Aim for the center again

Our car passed over the 45th parallel
Drew a line

But yesterday's forgotten

And tomorrow is already pass

There's no surprise

That is the state of the art, my friend
That is the state

as a center piece center piece
I'll take out my enemies, I am the energy there's no resenting me
I love all entities, they will exist for the future centuries

Aristocratic art rap bloodline
So your flatline is a chalk line
Aristocratic art rap bloodline
So your flatline is a chalk line
Aristocratic art rap

the paint cans, I busted a rhyme and breakdance
I chose one of the arts and endeavored to be advanced
So this is what I do for bare minimum rap fans
Yeah,

art don't work 
for abolition.  
art works for  
bosses, like you  
and me. if let's  
abolish art sounds 
too close to let's 
abolish you and  
me,

y'all
Cuz I did it for my friends


I remember fallin on hard days art braids my heart strings inner woven fabric that God made,
Sit alone a savage with

and
Art is dead!
Atrophy only gets me off
Cut your body up
Clean in the end
Haute bourgeoisie concern!
I am no longer burdened
And I walk for miles
On this

to me love my art and my craft
Captain of the team I run it like track

Feeling like Jimmy the way that I spin
Know I'm that nigga the capital N
It girl