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drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage

4 Your Eyez Only

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

2016

a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Old School New School

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs

Open Mic Night [Remix]

The High & Mighty

Increase the Beats, Vol. 2

1998

invitin' me to rhyme" 
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit." 
"At

me what I won't do
Don't slip when you panic at the disco
Don't trip, don't stub your big toe
Don't talk like you my big bro
Don't you ever try to tell

You probably know now
I've written hundreds of songs about you
I even wrote an album
Trying to put myself above through

Claiming you were arrogant

Incredible, nigga (gangsta music)
Buda
Block work (Gangsta)
Niggas startin' to panic 'cause we ain't got work (just went away)
Talkin' all that

going back

I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine

in a box


SACRIFICE

I've been waiting for so long, i'm blowing in the dark
well, you killed my only girl, you killed my open heart
I'll be searching

Prograchives.com – recensioni al disco “Ukiyoe – Mondi Fluttuanti” di NichelOdeon/InSonar a cura di Mellotron Storm, VOTOMS, Albebaran Well, Kazza3, tmay102436,

moving like I'm seeing the light green
I made a whole album, scrapped it in nineteen
This music a mechanic for the manic
I've one side disco with the other

that I dropped is a late blooming classic
Getting out of dodge, there's panic on the disco floor
I upgrade my chick, I dress her up in Dior
Tell me that

a full stomach and some shit for the summer
Khaled whatever you want nigga this is another one
Kiss the artwork leave your lipstick on the cover
The album

Yeah, welcome to The Album
Okay no need to panic no more, I've arrived, let's get it
Time to spit it like motherfucking saliva, bitches I'm just

a start to panic brains get hijacked like plains are crash landin
bitch niggers the pray to the lord the blk the box
that was supposed to record the pilots

Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man

Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man

been your Wife
I ran out frantic in a panic
Like the Disco
Found out she was manic
Bipolar turned bi
Said bye to men
10 months later I was on 7th Street

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

outside the box some people think I'm going mad 
I'm mad 
No I can not give you dap 
Cuz you the type to hate but still acknowledge who I am 
All them

leaning  to the left
Screamin f fox news till i run outta breathe
From the cigarettes, like nore said you ain't a nigga yet
On the firm album, a gravedigga

in passing 
Don’t be blinded by the light 
You’ll end up crashing 
I work like I’ll die tomorrow 
That’s why this shit ever lasting 
I do this shit for

Cabasa

Max Tundra

Mastered by Guy at the Exchange

2002

a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise

Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down

Soon will be