Search results for 'Minnesota Middle School Association'

of Ragnarok, the end of the world. This association of the number 13 with bad luck and disaster has been passed down through the generations and has contributed

a difficult growin up
Flashbacks while i'm porin up
Everybody so self-centered
And probably figured wunt poor enough

Middle school they kept teasing me
Clothes

Two years to build a bond, then nothing to build upon
Hit DMACC, came back, Minnesota's where I landed

Kept my feelings bottled up, killin' this bottle

Serious face
Blacklisted, so black man's blacklisted
Bap bap bap in this bitch
Old school bandana gang inna dis
Serious face
Blacklisted, so black

a gluttonous display of
Endless human stupidity

When it comes down to who's to blame for
The high school murders
In Littleton, Colorado
Throw a rock and you'll

to the beast, it opens its jaws wide
I'm an old school cat, I'm livin my nine lives
Demons on my mind hotel california
Dark night engine temp Minnesota in

the federal
Still got a few hating on me
Since middle school
Almost twenty years ago
These niggas been hating on me
I know
I know
I know
These bitches still

What does it take
To decide to run
For vice president
Of middle school?
Do you have to think
You're not good enough
Or maybe think the guy
Who's

teammates for the mob 


Used to post up like Olajuwon 
Now I'm posted in D-Spot with surveillance on
Wore number 34 like Barkley 
In West Middle School

well i used to be in a marching band
Got out of school i made a new plan
then I had a friend who was from minnesota
they moved down south to a place

associations to school hallways
And in the broad day, the dark power that lights pathways
I want it all, the kind that makes the hearts of men salty
And moves

a cavalier
Call up the riders, they come out the horizon
Like the solar in the desert
Like Furiosa from the middle of a map
Like Minnesota, but it's

and making moves
My young niggas tossing caps like
They just graduated school
Look, you put a little in the
Stash and play it cool
There's only one rule

learn to keep my composure
Go to school they look at me as a composer
Dismiss my rhymes too many times to count long way from sober
I'm from a different

And that bitch filthy, I hope fail school
and one in your kidneys Hold on, I'm trippin', I walk with a limp
Cause I be grippin', I beat you for money, but

roin
That nigga was bout fifteen
Minnesota weighed it out
Conventional on dat triple beam
My bloodline pure
Bitch nigga no recessive genes
Fast lane life

La La La La (Hey! Ho!)
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I was raised the middle child 
I was three of four
I was

the sack I'm going for double
OldSchool always told me just stay outta trouble
Calling plays like a coach in the middle of the huddle
This lil bihh so wet

hit Bambi for hoes
And I hit Bambi for bows
Used to have cookie right up in that middle school just like I'm Moze
Nah hollup hollup hollup Krish hollup

counter if you were a partition built in the middle of a kitchen
My syllables are hittin'
It's my literal addiction
Since middle school detention
If you're

on the track)
RP's in this rifle, it'll punch you, it ain't Tyson
Ho wanna fuck me, in school, she ain't like me
All up in the hills with the grass, we ain't

world on my own
Never banged but to this day I'm a rolling stone
And I'll let them colors wave as if it's all I've known
Minnesota to the Chi is just

wild, I was the one grew up quick
Man of the house in middle school, I won’t forget
Over four years passed, no one came down once
No one that I knew, no

to get a little cash
Back in middle school when I was bummy bitches just laughed but ain't shit funny 
It's them same bitches with four kids still