Search results for 'Gold Editor'

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Ice-T

Rhyme Pays

1987

and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do

Golden Moments

James Taylor

In the Pocket

1976

back again
With credit to the editor for striking out the rain very clean
And all it really needed was the proper point of view

No one's gonna bring me

Bitch I ball on the regular
Different naw I ain't regular
City got the Draco
Run up case close
He'll change a nigga like a editor
Searching
Predator

ominous
Tell it all until no one can trust you
Me, my life is an open book
A manuscript awaiting its editor's notes
They're getting a ghost to completely

attention to the art shit
Pay attention to the artefact
It's iconic how I grasp it (Shit)
I'd take a letter to the editor (Editor)
But I know he'd probably

on a regular, no altering, no editor
Hold it down like a settler, brain feeling irregular (brain feeling irregular)
I still cling to this shit, like a baby

survived

And she'd tell us stories
That when
They had her look
Through the
Dead people's luggage
You know
For gold or jewelry
Or money or diamonds
Or that

better hit my cellular (bitch, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (slatt)
And these old rap niggas, they all predators

Super Predator

Styles P

All-Amerikkkan Bada$$

2017

free

Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
Burn the newspapers and the editors
My dead presidents ain't dead enough
Blew a zip to the head, still ain't

want this gold clean and shining
Don't need to remind me about the divine, he polishes
He demolish his competitors, who was the editor
To bad mouth these

invested in alcohol
You heard of this, superlative journalist
Apex editor, straight wreck tournaments
Rose gold medalist, meddle with medicine
Music is

let you see through the plan

Gold metal and a pedestal
All I ever wanted, all I ever will
Now he talking about the medical
I ain't know that I was up

High Fidelity

Jurassic 5

Power in Numbers [Bonus DVD]

2002

to the poets of old
The way I utilize the pen I turn ink to gold
Keep it overly creative
Innovator of soul
Check the flavor from the fader
Which my DJ holds

One Man Arsenal

Edan

Primitive Plus

The One Man Arsenal, epitome of respect

[ CHORUS ]
(To make a short story long, just listen up close)
(I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor

Fetty Percs, it got him fightin' demons, he ain't did a cure
She is not a bad bitch, every pic, she call an editor
I am not no trick, I put a gold

stacks be fat like a Snorlax
But it ain't blocking my way from getting more racks
Watch me in the game I'm collecting all the gold plaques
My stocks going

the scene when them cameras out movie editors

1st Chorus

Might hit Red Diamond just to f**k s**t up 
Might hit Adriannas just to f**k s**t up
Might hit

Main rap k bager

Bhi yahan aya
Jo jo trend pe tha mene wo sab kar k dikhaya

Mai youtuber bana vlogger bana editor bana tiktoker bana
Mene sab kiya mujh

to adjust
I mistrust your intrust
Now their sniffing gold dusk
These words you hear you can trust
I'm just disgusted
By your character
Now she's ripping

Gangster in my own fashion, in the trap like it's a mansion
Rolls Royce, G Wagon, Gold Cuban chain links dragging I'm flashing
Diamond Cartier glasses, big

(Terrible), terrible, terrible

Role model, little white pills, gold bottle
I'm a black Shang Tsung, soul swallow, I'm a throwback, I'm the old model

temperature, its irregular
No need for a doctor or editor
Swimming while I listen
To the drowning of my visions
And the scree-screams of my inner children
How

got a algorithm
Applying the pressure
Real nigga with the extras
You stand next to the man got my own drive like a Tesla
Gold laying on the dresser
Lil'

blood repentance 
But they still show up for the killing 
Rip the character who the narrator
There to bury you need a editor 
Clear the area disease is in