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can so I take my fill

So I sit here beneath the yellow moon
With a worn out needle and a bent up spoon

Broke my back working in these hills
So

make it here
Make it here
In the hills this shit not safer still
Safer still
I was plotting trying to make a mill
Make a mill
They tell me stay away from

Sigel Bitches feigning for my dick like I done fed
Them a needle we bussin shit down, and you know it ain't legal

Say you a real get jammed, and you sing

Minutes to Memories

John Mellencamp

The 4th of July

1992

I'm old kind of worn out inside
I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I'm

Blaze Wit Ya'll

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

the weasel
If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay

said that, he'd just get embarrassed
We grew up in the heart of Eagleville
Our little house used to be a mill owner's
On our own we'd go down the hill
In

I've half made a million songs that'll never be sung
So if you're listening to this call one
In a mill
And yeah the fun has been real
I'm rapping and I'm

to have a party off me now
New spot, that bitch foreclosed his hill

She gave a fiend a rock to go and check the mill
Changed the locks for me too,

taken back
They taken back, by my skills

Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred

They're in the money
And we're number #1
Saddening that-that means
Beans and a hill of em'
Even when you killin em'
Billboard fillin' em'
With the minimum

made them brothers
I signed my life by they hands so touch 'em we dracos in sprinter vans
And them my mud brothers from the hills to the sand and they

Niggas follow cause we it
Spending like it's illegal
Young nigga, hot topic
In the threads like a needle
Underdog, no beagle
High as fuck, no eagle
This

Alright everybody
Please welcome to the stage
Your feature poet of the evening
Waldo From Browns Mills
In this game, I have less to gain
Than I have

skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you
Swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred blows windmills
Talking bout

brought the salsa/ that's a dip n her WAP wha!/ tell Flex to drop a bomb on it/ a nigga gone crazy like the hills have eyes on it/ every bar dope make u

mentioned

The one who is destined to open eyes of the people
Awaken I'm taking you for a journey
Thread the needle
Lethal
When I put the foot on the gas, I'm

bitch we both hit
Young world. Have them earlin' off a fifth

Turntable, scratchin' needles. Turn the tables in this bitch
Exorcism on the table,Lyrical

Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy 
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill 
Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill 
Mother fucker