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As I Came of Age

Sarah Brightman

As I Came of Age

1998

Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking through the past
See what's left behind

Multi-colored sweaters
That moths have eaten

King Push

Pusha T

My Name Is My Name

2013

This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position, I made

understand the position that we're in?
Memories of old time's comfort shows
And night time walks with the dog in the dark in the winter
I know it's not enough

by one

Stay in positon with eyes open wide 
Survive round by round.
Let the letters cross seven seas 
Telling the fears in order to …

Kill, Kill

And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time-machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people

sliding well
My neck fits to perfection, I hung it inside my cell
It's in your hands now, closed eyes, pick off (?) departing
Leaving you this letter

Closets, full of rockets and sub-machines
Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr Chow both

Yo, machine learning, bot AI slams games
Artistry, ma'am, while goose chase, do bamboozle, hoodwink, with the flabbergasted suspicion
Dare we not

Bring 'Em Home Safely

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place

behind:
Ours it's name the find
Now you see what I said?
It's the letters at the head
Tendonites are go
Everything's going to blow

Years, miles apart,

You're in possession of suppressed knowledge
Letters and death threats
Get the best of us
Secrets are collected
Kept hidden from the rest of us

Your in possession of suppressed knowledge
Letters and death threats
Get the best of us
Secrets are collected
Kept hidden from the rest of us
Barely

to dance with the devil but I don't need a deal to establish the facts
I'm simply better
Level: Professor
Paint vivid pictures with my letters
You cats

Keep It Real

Master P

My Balls & My Word

machine, 
I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin 
Pussy that's genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for

every position, I will
Fuck her roughly till she's weeping for real
Dishearten and kneeled to smother the squeal
Among demons I'm not like others
So don't

I'm N Motion

Mac Dre

Back 'N Da Hood [Bonus Track]

2001

rocks off 
'Cause I'm not the type that be bustin' quick ones 
I like to hit the cock in all positions 
From the back, or with the ***** on top 
With

what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want

Commission
And grew in wisdom police kept abusing their positions
One day I got the horrible news
My mom saw you on TV in an orange jumpsuit
Muggin but it

measures
Re-readin' my mail, all I had was letters
You know the phones in the
Jail be havin' bad reception (Hello, hello?)
I left school soon as I had math

than what your structure is allowed to hold 
I use it as my structure so my garden will be bountiful

Well then I'm a machine gun 
Pushing these weak

these lines
Hidden message, behind the beat, like morse code 

Meaning is an asset, 
Got to be able to manipulate the alphabet
If you wanna be the letter

stuff

I know we ain't spoke for months
And this the same shit that I was sayin to you
Well okay but
I picked some pedals for you

I wrote some letters

of missing out, fear of missing the damn trends
Position for clout by counting Instagram friends
Spoon fed dopamine through a screen before teens
Now we’re

the hook to snatch you out of your seat
Bound to defeat you with my multi-syllabic
Sporadic thoughts that I'll toss like emphatic darts to ya dome
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