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between
Pinpoints marking miles

I'm a bookshelf bowing, no
I'm a library without a gap
Each book's a compact tree
This is my map; there's a forest in me

to the wall
Slow down, hang tough, slow down

We're just lines on a map, dots on a wall
Names on a board, we're nothing at all

This is mine it's not theirs

specifications
Time to step on the gas and race
Through the stars
I fly to the moon
Dark skies will take me right now

No people here
There is no atmosphere
No air

peace to you yeah, like for real uh huh
Jay-Z  you know how they do that shit
Man, you got your words on the library you see
Yeah uh huh all up and down

Sacred space
The library 
Sacred space
When I exercise 
Sacred space
When it's bedtime 
Sacred space
In my classroom 
Sacred space
At the dinner table

Why are you burning down a tree?
I eat grass, don't you see?
Lions hide in my library
I think you should meet Glänänja
She's an angry Librarian she's

their own
They smoked all the pages from the library
And your soul already got up and gone
These farm boys are punchy with love
They never know when

I Still Love Her

Shabaam Sahdeeq

Never Say Never

2001

of hip hop, love it all
Like King Sun once said to me and shit, hip hop like a library
You go in that library, you pick the book that you want, yeah, pick

rush
Map my mood a doorway out of futile
If I don’t love what is then I’m just nuts

Abort my probing of my new spurn
My seed library is for the birds

and tense and scary 'til you open up a book from the cosmic library
Stackin' up the bricks just right, no tricks, no sleight of hand
Just some vision

the Ultrahydraulists.
I suppose they are well hidden 
Look for them in the melting library maybe you'll find them maybe not. They're like a flock of birds, obscure dark

From the library of Congress in Washington DC
Having to lie, I feel
Is the saddest, and
The ugliest part
Of being a homosexual
People in the park,

of the library window, I see the room reflected back
The steam from my tea revealing words on the cold glass

Now the steep bank tempts me downward, but the train

When the corners of the map kiss
I’m really gonna do this
Before I wake up tomorrow morning
And throw it away

I tried to find your manifesto

Super humble and hella nice
Raps so dope fans slam 'em till their body map's an injection site
Double-check the Jesus piece, make sure my resemblance

on the map
That never ends i was the pulse of it all
But there's always poison to drink alone
Or to share with friends one in a million
People hit you like

an eight point buck with beads on a moose
A friendly bartender that pours 'em tall
And a real big bouncer to catch me when I fall
Now, I see a library

Inglewood Swangin'

Mack 10

Based on a True Story

1997

and the Library
The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
so the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
had G's that put they life on the line

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

[Canibus]
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness
Come to micclub.net where you can read this
Run a plot on a map hyper space 'ya
From

For all your merchant gold
And canvas maps to gods intact
And other worldly bronze
Trinkets, lost worlds and artefacts

Libraries, untitled books
Not

look at you
You couldn’t take in all this knowledge if I through an entire library of books at you
Now I’m playing tricks on you
Pull my finger, the one

rap
A star student that would rather nap
A loner with no place on the map
A poet without a backing track
I'd go up to kids in the lunchroom
"Who in

I can't let my shortcomings have you over look me
So I move in silence like a library
Til arenas come to over book me
Knoxville on the map
Whole city

Skinny and wirey
Now he's a grown man
With a plan to get famous
But no one can find E
Edge of the Earth
To the middle of the map
I went up now I'm flying