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All this chitter chatter doesn't really
Mean a thing you just run your mouth but
We don't really hear a thing
Where's the weighted glory never

kept me in the go 
I weighted up down digits than ran up a check 
Hopped out the flight than I'm on to the next 
Yeah my cups use to be filled up with

me in the go
I weighted up down digits than ran up a check
Hopped out the flight than I'm on to the next
Yeah my cups use to be filled up with meds
I

Naw, don't mean to brag
But we in the back countin' a bag
I do it like that aye (Yeah)
I'm back in the lab, concentration on this cash
Keep my foot

Somethin' That Means Somethin'

The Pharcyde

Labcabincalifornia

1995

Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'

Now time is just a faze and
Life is just a riddle like
If you build a twinkie

fed and raised on ball
That means I've bled, tears shed over things I saw
So I ain't one to judge with loved ones doing time and everyone on drugs
We

to Solzhenit'syn
But he said he had nothing but time to think
In this concentration camp
And he wasn't really that
Happy with the way things turned out
So he made

Everybody's Something

Saba

Acid Rap

2013

Whats good good?
And what's good evil?
And what's good, gangstas?
And what's good, people?
And whys God's phone die every time that I call

Bitter

Jill Sobule

Happy Town

1997

I could slip, I could fall
In that mean and awful hall
With the other jealous bitches
And the bitter grumbling men

I could sneer, I could glare

I’m underrated)
I promise I'm destined for greatness
I don't know why I been waitin'
Now it's no messing with satan
My future is weighted on choices I'm

And you know I love it, but I hate it
Cause it's so damn entertaining
Unforgettable, being loved is overrated
So it's waisted concentration
We should cut

The Irish Ballad

Gilbert Shelton

Honky Soul, Race Music, Hard Bop & Anachronic Jazz

1999

singing jimmy crack corn and I don't care or green grow the rushes, oh! -- whatever that means. at any rate, for this elite I have
An ancient irish ballad,

the same songs
I was ready to cash in on all of the sadness back when it was happenin'

'Cause now the time gone seems so silly
What will it take you

Don't tell me what you want from me
I'm the one in control of myself
And I won't let your intent drag me under
These weighted chains mean nothing

red
Starting to think you ain't mean a damn thing you said
This is the moment that I have came to dread
My heart's weighted

Can't stand to be all up in

Concentration, Contemplation
Concentration, Contemplation
Concentration, Contemplation
Spiritually, mentally, and physically

Uh when I run up

Sharp and open, leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting in the cold light
A noise, a scream

The Figurehead

The Cure

Paris

1993

Sharp and open, leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting in the cold light
A noise, a scream

weighted can never debate how y’all niggas verbatims of me
Never outdated I’ll go down the greatest who ever could step on the scene 

Blow out some green

Nikes

Frank Ocean

Blond

2016

All you want is Nikes
But the real ones just like you
Just like me

I don't play, I don't make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from

I'm tired of all the fake shit
I told my team that
We gon' take it
Your concentration
We gon' break it
They threw our name in the dirt
Now we gon'

mane
Just so I can get up in my zone a bit
Not the first time
That we don't up and hold a bit
Got my concentration deeper
Ain't gonna be no movie sequel

Gotta get gotta get
Gotta get this
Gotta get that
Gotta get gotta get
Gotta get rich
I gotta get checks
What do you mean to me
Tell a bitch nada

And kiss me like you mean it 
Before you have to say goodbye 
Kiss me like you mean it 
Make it feel like it's the last time 

Put your pajamas on,