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Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (that's right, ayy)

You can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird-play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't livin' what you kickin', then you worthless
Lookin' from the surface, it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me, even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I respect it and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

No one on the corner have swagger like us (okay)
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (yeah, that's right)
No one on the corner have swagger like us (okay)
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (yeah, so you notice, huh?)
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to thank you all
For coming out tonight
For the screening of my new film
I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'
It's 50 Cent starring as Game
It's autobiographical
I hope you enjoy yourself

50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta, I'm crippin', Damu, too
I'm trippin' fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck NWA
Man, I'm Hurricane Game
(Em, this nigga changed)
I brought the west back
I write the best raps
(But what about Snoop?)
Can't believe what I just read, gossip on the Internet
Now the tabloids have the news
Cross my heart, it just ain't true
I never thought it of you

Name, names and every line
Is feeding their suspicious minds
I'm not bitter or angry, I'm only feeling sympathy
You really found the time

To feed the reporter with your views
See the reporter, break the news
Read the reporter, join the queue

Spread the news, scandalize
Words cut like a thousand knives
Take the cash, bag the prize
For playing games with other people's lives

See the reporter, break the news
Read the reporter, join the queue

Eat it up, take a bite, feed the reader's appetite
They'll swallow anything you write
As long as it's in black and white
And full of titillation

I can't believe what I just read
Excuse me, I just vomited
Tell your story, it's your call
So autobiographical but oh, so trivial

Feed the reporter

They put it on the Internet
To help improve the circulation
They'll pepper it with lies
It's only other people's lives

Feed the reporter
Read the reporter

Politicians dressed in drag
Careers stopped with a quick back stab
While anonymous informer flees
And leaves us with our fantasy and erotic visions

Who did what, when, to whom
In the dominatrix room?
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (that's right, ayy)

You can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird-play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't livin' what you kickin', then you worthless
Lookin' from the surface, it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me, even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I respect it and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

No one on the corner have swagger like us (okay)
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (yeah, that's right)
No one on the corner have swagger like us (okay)
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (yeah, so you notice, huh?)
Watermelon 
Cucumber
Orange 
Juice 

Squeeze you for every drop
Nothing make her stop 
Now that she see
What you got 
Now she needs a lot 

Fendi shoes  belt 
Next week wanna buy 
Something else 
Share the wealth 
What are you gonna do 
Keep it for yourself 

In the kitchen cooking dope 
White like the pope 
Kinda shit you don't post 
Shoe game clean as soap 

Double up 
Stacking money 
Like two lean cups 
Shorty wanna get 
Beamed up 
Car windows 
Steamed up 

Damm you fine 
Lookin so good 
Looking tropical 
Ass fat head game 
Like a canibal 
Wanna make your night 
So lit 
Feel so Magical 
End of the night 

Autobiographical 

Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing 

Tell him any thing 
That he wanna hear 
Sitting there looking pretty 
I love your hair 
I'd smell your underwear 
Dripping rick flair
She swear Shes sincere 
Spend that money every where
With out a care

I know i got it
That don't mean
You about to wipe 
My account clean
Girl work that triple beam 
Income stream 
Fuck that money 
Fuck blowing all that hot air 
I don't wanna fucking hear 
Take that shit elsewhere 

Damm you fine 
Lookin so good 
Looking tropical 
Ass fat head game 
Like a canibal 
Wanna make your night 
So lit 
Feel so Magical 
End of the night 

Autobiographical 

Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing
Juicing 

Bitches like to hear 
Nice talk 
So i gas her up and  say
Bitch walk 
Ear Hustle for a while chick 
So I juice her up so 
She can hit a lick 
Compliments 
She'll turn trick 
Tell her anything 
When she on da pole 
Leave her cold 
She depressed 
I give her wings
 Like a red bull 
She flying when I talk to her 
Believe anything 
When I juice her up 
Put a engine in her 
Let her juice da block 
These diamonds on 
She think I bought da block 
Strip club she JUUICING 
These ones seducing 
She gone end up producing 
Got damn she JUUICING 

Damm you fine 
Lookin so good 
Looking tropical 
Ass fat head game 
Like a canibal 
Wanna make your night 
So lit 
Feel so Magical 
End of the night 
 
Autobiographical 

Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing 

Damm you fine 
Lookin so good 
Looking tropical 
Ass fat head game 
Like a canibal 
Wanna make your night 
So lit 
Feel so Magical 
End of the night 

Autobiographical 

Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing 
Juicing
football golden blue

She said you can't beat the team and them be	's too
Some say I got my sense of humour from her
And I learned patience from making models in the basement
Brookyn, new york to wherever you at

This is autobiographical taking you back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven

Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my what time it is

Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too
I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do

Got my way from school started battling fools
G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table
He started spark at a dark with damian and I date
I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ

Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them
Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen
Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait
I wasn't incarcerated but college educated

As soon the Albany I was a full time student part time emcee
At the time raw shack was the place to be
Living on judge Clark
Started building with gods

16 man squad
By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep
I went from Mecca to Albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher
I had this rhyme reacher

We recognized what what's happening
I'm making records and I'm winning
But that's another story and it's only the beginning

Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie
A few pieces of the who what when where's and whys
My life is dull 
It's so contemptible 
And you're so strange 
There's just so much to change 
But I'll keep on breathing anyway 
Keep on breathing anyway 
Keep on breathing anyway 

My life is numb 
Somewhat lesser when I bum 
And I'm no good 
Even if it's understood 
That I'll keep on seething anyway 
Keep on seething anyway 
Keep on seething anyway 

Who needs today 
Wishing it away 
You made a mess of me 

My life is framed 
With autobiographical acclaim 
And you're so odd 
You must be a messenger from god 

But I'll keep on unbelieving anyway 
Cause I'd rather get high on a Sunday 
Keep unbelieving anyway 
Way 
Way
football golden blue

She said you can't beat the team and them be	's too
Some say I got my sense of humour from her
And I learned patience from making models in the basement
Brookyn, new york to wherever you at

This is autobiographical taking you back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven

Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my what time it is

Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too
I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do

Got my way from school started battling fools
G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table
He started spark at a dark with damian and I date
I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ

Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them
Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen
Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait
I wasn't incarcerated but college educated

As soon the Albany I was a full time student part time emcee
At the time raw shack was the place to be
Living on judge Clark
Started building with gods

16 man squad
By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep
I went from Mecca to Albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher
I had this rhyme reacher

We recognized what what's happening
I'm making records and I'm winning
But that's another story and it's only the beginning

Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie
A few pieces of the who what when where's and whys
football golden blue

She said you can't beat the team and them be	's too
Some say I got my sense of humour from her
And I learned patience from making models in the basement
Brookyn, new york to wherever you at

This is autobiographical taking you back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven

Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my what time it is

Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too
I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do

Got my way from school started battling fools
G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table
He started spark at a dark with damian and I date
I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ

Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them
Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen
Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait
I wasn't incarcerated but college educated

As soon the Albany I was a full time student part time emcee
At the time raw shack was the place to be
Living on judge Clark
Started building with gods

16 man squad
By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep
I went from Mecca to Albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher
I had this rhyme reacher

We recognized what what's happening
I'm making records and I'm winning
But that's another story and it's only the beginning

Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie
A few pieces of the who what when where's and whys
Ha
Well, I gotta go, the life of a Madrigal (whoa)
But now you all know the Family Madrigal (whoa)
I never meant this to get autobiographical (whoa)
So just to review the Family Madrigal
Let's go

It starts with Abuela
And then Tía Pepa, she handles the weather (but what about Mirabel?)
Autobiographical materials
Struggling and curling in my mind
Far from source
Wearing new shape
Primal experiences contained by words
Resonating in the piano
Return in form of melody
This is the vanity fair
Evidence for mental instability
Pieces of words
Broken languages
Maybe I'd find the right words
If someone listened
If someone listened
It is formidable
That even the greatest piece
Emerges from the disturbing
The disturbing silence of the world
And when the last note evaporates
Making room
To the exact same silence
What once was
Is gone away by now
football golden blue

She said you can't beat the team and them be	's too
Some say I got my sense of humour from her
And I learned patience from making models in the basement
Brookyn, new york to wherever you at

This is autobiographical taking you back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven

Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my what time it is

Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too
I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do

Got my way from school started battling fools
G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table
He started spark at a dark with damian and I date
I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ

Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them
Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen
Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait
I wasn't incarcerated but college educated

As soon the Albany I was a full time student part time emcee
At the time raw shack was the place to be
Living on judge Clark
Started building with gods

16 man squad
By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep
I went from Mecca to Albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher
I had this rhyme reacher

We recognized what what's happening
I'm making records and I'm winning
But that's another story and it's only the beginning

Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie
A few pieces of the who what when where's and whys
Still waitingfrustrated
Poetry that's apart of me
Social Animal
Gushing blood main artery
We are responsible
Conclusions of an ill-spent week
Autobiographical
Fruit from a poisonous tree
Your problems are unsolvable
Still waitingfrustrated
Mutations you let
Your progress reset
All faltered visions
Sustained incisions
Still wait cant wait
Can't wait still wait
Hope you know it's in the eyes
Dangling from a piece a rope
Bellyful of razor blades
Hanging with the misanthropes
A year of clicks, a year of sighs
Trapped inside the hive
A year of clicks, a year of sighs
Analyze the advertised
Still waitingfrustrated
STANZA 1:
All my life I wanted to be musical
To stand up on a stage and sing a song
Writing my own songs is something magical
The good ones make you want to sing along
Experiences of my own provide a sense of place
A reference point for the lyrics that I write
Sharing my own story gives me something to embrace
And fuels the fire that's starting to ignite

CHORUS:
You may say, "Why can't the legislature
ban songs of an autobiographical nature;
then we won't have to listen to him no more!"
But you only need half a brain
to realize that I'm not insane
And I'm not the only one who knows the score
'Cause this old man has finally got it going on

STANZA 2:
Living in the dream means different things to different people
Here's my take on that, if you don't mind
Hanging with my friends brings me joy and great contentment
Making music helps me to unwind
It really doesn't matter if I make it big or not
As long as I am doing what I love
I've never been quite keen on chasing everything that's hot
What greatness I can claim is from above

Repeat CHORUS

BRIDGE:
All of you that hear my voice are living that same dream
Every one in his or her own way
Just try to keep it simple, wanting nothing too extreme
And revel in the blessings of each day

FINAL CHORUS:
You may say, "Why can't the legislature
ban songs of an autobiographical nature;
then we won't have to listen to him no more!"
It’s a story about my childhood and coming of age, written from autobiographical material. Episode "2020. COVID-19."

In English (interpretation by author):
Many are certain: "I'm writing like god!
Poly-symptomatic, complicated, heterogeneous
Co-consciousness crises possibly
Approximately 60 percent comorbidity
With border line personality, not surprisingly

Amnesia at a metacognitive level
Semantic autobiographical information
Not compartmentalized
Despite being experienced otherwise

Do people
You know ever seem unfamiliar?
In times of doubt upon doubt
Though surely in a warranted place
I just couldn't help but recount
And possibly risk losing face
What I'd wondered since long, long ago

What the world might possibly be like
If I ever gave it a go

In want of just making sure
And just this one time, rest assured
In autobiographical fiction
At the crux of restrictive prediction
I pictured

Did they imagine me tall or quite small
Did I fight to keep demons at bay
Or defending the capital's walls
Did I fall from the sky, like they say
Was my heart king-sized or defiant
And as for the state of my health
Was I on my routines too reliant
And looked for shelter and love over wealth

What might the world possibly be like
If I ever give it a go?
It’s a story about my childhood and coming of age, written from autobiographical material. Episode "2010. Head of the Bureau Electronics and a meeting”.

In English (interpretation by author):
I'm a terrible monster: save soul and life –
Take quickly your sharpened and bloody big knife.
She told me to pick her up
She said be here by midnight
Well I waited all goddamn night
She didn't come home till the early morning light
Well I used to live in that house
Yeah I bought the fucking t-shirt
Well I gotta be true to what's inside
I don't need a rollercoaster ride
She is a millennial, and I am a Gen Xer
We don't understand each other, but we have a lot of sex together
She said I might have to report you
She said I'm gonna have to block you
I said honey I was just lonely
I wasn't trying to stalk you
She is a millennial, and I am a Gen Xer
We don't understand each other, but we have a lot of sex together
You know not all these songs are autobiographical, so you can figure that out for yourself, but..
It’s my story about my childhood and coming of age, written from autobiographical material. Episode "2011. "In the submarine".

In English (interpretation by author):
Indeed, I'm killed: at night, a dirty street.
Go on
And give it a try
Or kiss
Your ass goodbye

Autobiographical anonymous
A cotillion of friction on my jurisdiction
It's a lovely disguise with the wandering eyes
I get high
Now you've got something to look up to

Trouble's a mangy stray dog
Play with it once then it follows you home
It's all "have nots
Have nones
Hey can I have some's?"
Nothing's ever wrong, baby, it's a gift from God
Armani jeans, that's what money brings
Das Blockenkette, that's my everything
Oh my lord, no, oh my science
Bought a sword, I can't afford
Rent anymore so I be squatting in the houses, laughin'
Your mama still payin' taxes, no man owns a part of Earth
No man has rights to ideas, torrent VSTs and pay in
Pre-paid VISAs, tab of acid
Drop it as I drop this classic
Semi-autobiographical distraction
Obfuscation, resurrection
Paint a picture, more or less than
SHB corrupt the beat, we made it raw
Oh my God, oh my God
It’s my story about my childhood and coming of age, written from autobiographical material. Episode "2018. Putting down our first cat".

In English (interpretation by author):
My sweety wee, my fluffy kindly soul...
Lil Culture's raps aren't supposed to be funny, they're supposed to be autobiographical
MILK
The way Lil Culture did it with her was nothing shy of tactical
Lil Culture made a muffin pie out of a fraction of fractals
Scrumpdidlyumptious!

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