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Wakefield
Montréal m'étouffe en esti, j'ai souvent besoin d'quitter l'île
Surtout, qu'mes amis, ma famille pi même mes rap skills sont spread out
J'veux pas

Dust the sticks off
I ain't with it
You gon' take your Wakefield shit
Then you rape some bitch
Then daddy gets you out of it
Send me the addy, let's see

Off the Track

Insane Clown Posse

The Calm

2005

[Violent J]
I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me
I've murdered everybody I need some switches for me
Take me some place nobody

getting impatient I'm tryna come over and tap
Hop out the Chevy I'm already ready cuz I keep the strap on my lap
I got mess steady brewing bout this chick

just be talking my shit
I just be talking my shit
Got me some J's fuck em' up in the pit
Shoutout Jank for producing this hit
We gon' fire it up
Fire it

B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak

Beastie Boys

Ill Communication [Japan]

1994

like a motherfuck
Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
I've got an old school flow like Mike Mcgill
'Cause Yauch's on the upright,

B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak

Beastie Boys

Ill Communication [Clean]

1994

like a motherfuck
Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
I've got an old school flow like Mike Mcgill
'Cause Yauch's on the upright,

a fat J only burn loud
Yeah I make her sweat like a work out
All in her legs up I exert down
Off of the chain like a dog that's in pain
Liberated when

Nike just do it
Now I'm the goat come see what I'm brewing
Now I'm the goat come see what I'm brewing
Scary nights in the city
Oh
Ice cold sitting pretty

brewing
Now there might be a screw loose, but maybe I unscrewed it
I'm just joking with you, I'm not that crazy
It's only sometimes my brain slows down, my

(yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm in my bag
Talkin Gucci, maybe Louis
But it's not about the money Jessie J, no price tag
'Cause my girl she got my back
So I'll

Long nights to the morning
Stay in the stew working new new
J True who this
High and elusive, don't worry about what we doing
Stay out my vibe if you

Damn E, I ain't know you can mix like that
Uh, it's been a minute
Been a long ride too
J-J-J-JD, why are you so rude
But I'm back in that mode
Back

Chorus: Slot-A (cuts)

Rita J Verse 1:
I been through hell I’m black I been through hell I’m back I been through hell that's facts inhale got a story

Kevin J. O'Toole

Street Dogs

State of Grace

2008

you left to your family

Ten Milton open, coffee's brewing
Chewing the fat with me, so to speak
You worked a trade that put others first
You lived

out dice a nigga like 10 or 4 i Hear they talking bout me and Talking enough can see me Telescopes better know let em Know j vic one word incredible yes

Childish ain't playing, sicker than some chemo
My friend and I were sober but it felt like a placebo
We were high, two j's later we in the sky
Poundcake beat

Rita J Verse 1:
Reality is I’m just minding my biz and I’m taking it serious no room for dem fears living out my years gratitude and the tears

laboratory full of a lot of lava motes & pitfalls brewing potions traps & human skulls you’re going to wish you never got involved I’m going to shoot for

L.B.J. wanna come to my team
E-d-g-e shush I’m speaking
Flow so cold I gotchu leaning
Hold up, Did that get that?
Like the medicine
Robitussin
I said,

a slore
Looking from the shore
The horizon my future
Got some dark clouds in my sky and a storm in brewing
Do I run
Do I weather
This is a really nice

is love
Tear my stars down, stir the tides up above
Take me to the ground, won't I grow from it
K and J, this is her way
I
Don't
Want
To 
Be
This 
Day

Nights like this make me write like this
Pass the light, spark swish 
Follow thru, J.R Smith
Got the juice like I'm Bish
Ops on my dick
Put a rock

Why they hatin'
Call me Mr.T
With the A team
J, R, Z
We get artsy
They run the shop I'm Chef Boy RD 
It's like Wheel of Fortune
Get spins and you get