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Phuk U

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

you don't practice or stick with it
Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
I never quit, I got a gift for the art
A low maintenance cost
No

put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let

high maintenance that's my type
I like bad bitches that's my type
How the fuck she wrong when she right
She wanted to go to saks I took her to revive
We

sour
No acquaintances
Up from, down and out
Did the maintenance

Never knew shit never new shit
Never knew no
Never had shit, cost a lot, shit
Never went

rich)
100 miles per hour, just like a mf pitch (a pitch)
Say some that's too sour, I leave your ass in a ditch
Yeah yeah
We singing these songs just

without bars like it's airplane mode
I'm rush-hour bad
Slow traffic with every bar coz every line is a gem
And I no longer shout, "It's Malcom in

rhabdomyosarcoma
This form of cancer affects fewer than 60 children per year in the UK, and is more common in boys than girls, and usually below the age of 10

New rug in the living room
I put my ten thousand hours for this
I put my head in the clouds for this
Fuck a later, I need that shit now in this bitch

amounting to
A worm and spitting sperm
At the rate of one hundred miles per hour?
Two thousand guys at ya, you
Can’t turn your back
You fight ‘em in your face

real
(why they wanna play with me tee cost eight-fifty)
This ak spray at a hundred miles per hour little boy
This car goes two hundred miles per hour

hating these niggas be hating they all really getting sour
Cuz I keep it hunet while getting these hunets a hunet miles per the hour
Hustle like all

complain in it
This is all I got, can't afford to not remain in it
Foot down all gas, hundred miles per hour
Living in my head don't know much about

A Transport of Delight

King's Singers

This Is the King's Singers

1987

the terminus,
In a London transport diesel-engined 97-horsepower omnibus.

Along the Queen's great Highway I drive my merry load
At 20 miles-per-hour in

(zee made this one)

(inhale)
(cough)
It was like boom bro watch your head I think the cars flippin'
50 miles per hour chillin we ain't ever trippin'

That's 12 years a slave
At 8 dollars per one hour of 24
And half of that don't even count cause I ain't even seen my eyelids
At my crib by 10:45 and im

high
70 per hour, speakers getting louder
Getting so much power, driving for an hour
Smoking on the sour, the rides tough
Your scent has my mind tossed

styles lousy
I'm more raw, like Townsend or Eddie is how I rouse 'em
My rate's cash, per hour, how I devour sour
I taste grass, purple flower last a couple

per hour
You haven't fell off until the girl you're the first love of just doesn't respond to calls no more
Yeah doubling back when you think of it that

a
Hundred miles per hour, i don't give a fuck
(Skrrt) dope boy life, I'ma live it up
(I don't give a fuck)

Spend a hundred on a coupe, nigga
I don't give

Television, The Drug of the Nation

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

The Number One Rap Album

1996

The methadone metronome pumping out
150 channels 24 hours a day
You can flip through all of them
And still there's nothing worth watching
T.V. is the reason

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

But he would never take it out his archives
He wrote two songs per day
And was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did

father (who was notorious and wanted the property at all cost). She soon started studying in Manila and She was known for her kind heart and quietness, she

Miles per hour
You gotta hit the shower
Ya all wet from the soaking sweat
And I ain't even hit it yet
Now open yah eyes
You see my ride you can come jump

time is money, so these hours spent gon earn me cake
Then I can vanish and constantly travel outta state

OC in a PJ, that's so fly
The come up right