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the AC, bring the wrist back
Group of snow bunnies, they the crack pack
Go against me, it's a mismatch
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Hunt em down, take em

minute let me hit my pose
Walkin' photoshoot cause I'm always on go
I got women in lines, group, styles and flavors
Bad ting love bad behavior
Sad ting,

is just a more
Multi-faceted mixture of all the
Personalities that I
Have in me i mean and I think that
If I was to not show that
Then I wouldn't be

Keep on walking down the line
Keep on walking down the line
Keep on walking down that street
Keep on walking down the line

March step right left

group
Come through with that live crew
Birds chirpin', cop that Birkin
Boo, yo, I supplied you
Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut
Slick,

only work on the
Line if the predecessor rhymed
But it don't
You don't know how to switch up your flow
Or even establish one with
Multi-syllable words

The government's a system, victim
Gouging all their eyes out
All of my emotions are a broken line of code
They control your life and every action that unfolds, ey
No

you under a spell
Praying for heavenly life while you living in hell
Line the pastors pockets with paper, he hella draped up
Multi million dollar

do drugs, I don’t smoke weed
I just set goals, hunt them and achieve
You can never see me rolling a blunt
As long as I’m active in this industry
But I

fingers endlessly
McCarthy's on his witch hunt, saying things so absurd
Then we find out there was a spy, Julius Rosenberg

The North Atlantic goes ahead

The Pros

Daddy O

Fat Beats & Bra Straps: Battle Rhymes & Posse

1998

a line" 
I don't think you're on the strength, show me the time 

I said, "If you really want to do this we can do this fine' 
Take six paces and begin

I would walk a hunt' miles for you
Would you walk a hunnit' miles for me?
I would give my life for you
Would you give your life for me?

This my

The Pros

Daddy O

Strictly Hip-Hop Reggae Fusion

1989

a line" 
I don't think you're on the strength, show me the time 

I said, "If you really want to do this we can do this fine' 
Take six paces and begin

loops
Lives we lose
I had to recoup, coup
Cooped up in a cube
By myself no group
Gotta stay true
Swooped up
By the storm
Nobody warned
Me, see I’m torn
My

m or hunt m yo still can't decide
Maybe our death was on some planning guide
Unclassified
Legends link up with collective pride
The culture my

have scraps of every single group
Pick up thrown out affection that they keep loose
But I stay strong don't know you'd be the same in my shoes
But

the truth but say nothing
Humanities guerilla soldiers behind enemy lines
Your shot will come
Just be ready to choose the right target in that 50 Cal sight

the fluorescent sun.

Student life's a scavenger hunt, for clean socks and sanity,
Copying friend's assignment, prayin' the prof won't see.
Common bathroom line's

CLIQUE
LIKE A BROKE CONDOM ON HUNT'S POINT
I AM NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH
WAR EMPEROR RAISIN' THE CORE PRESSURE
YOU'LL SEE MY POINT WHEN I STICK A SWORD THROUGH

Yeah
Aye BAMT you did this shit
(Kwazii)
Okay
Ou BAMT what you cookin' up
This that shit that have them bitches on my line (Ring)
How I talk my shit

Multi-syllabics it was all like a science

New Dawn Poets we were spawned from the giants
Nas, Eminem, Tupac, Biggie
Tried emulating what we're hearing
So the bars

Small group want to see me through
Bullet holes pay per view
Tethered souls pray for you
Blood line from a tribe or two
Smoking pipes give me clearer view

CHORUS
Bass ( said right on one  measure 1)—
Rocked the Planet ( said right on one  measure 2 delay out string line happens after)..
Bass ( said

the groove of Cimer's beat I plant lines that's so clever
No cash for clunkers strictly classic thumpers
While y'all passing off the garbage like trash dumpers