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reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble

Are you saying that

No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by

death 
You can’t never be afraid of death 
That’s why we was raised in the environment we was raised in 
Feel me you gotta hit this shit head on first

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by

a feature, then I'm taxing niggas
I'm gaining traction quicker
Emo nigga, reminiscing on the days bumping Asking Alexandria (Yuh)

You think you raw because

Let's mix it up, mix it up
Let's mix it up

I had a hard day, I need me a drink 
Off to the party, I don't wanna think 
Don't want no rocks

keep on asking me questions, I still say I don't know
Had a bitch tryna pull off a voodoo, she wanna write me a death note
I had to let you know, yeah,

Yea yea yea yea
I need that
Cafecito
In the morning
Yea yea yea yea
Mix it
With the reefer
Gets me going
Yea yea yea
I need that
Cafecito
In

fly
But instead the demons creeped inside
Conversations with god asking how to rest in peace without having to die
He told me I'm the balance

red hot
Everybody asking me how I make it like that
Wearing thousand dollar fits, yeah I'm dressed in all black
Always spending my checks and I make it

I do this for mankind and Hip Hop
Story we heard a million times, Scott La Rock
Hoping I can see my dreams fulfilled, but if not
Don't shoot me down

F the BS

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his

Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout

Gangstafied

Master P

7 Sins

1996

Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

see the light is fading out their eyes Until there's nothing left
Call time of death
We stood by his side until his last breath
Wake up
It's getting

confessions are full of controversy 
When red and blue's reflected I'll be asking God for mercy
Because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name

'bout me being missin'
Worldwide sympathy O'hene was trendin'
Three days later my untimely death's invented
Press was avoided and only given a sentence

sweatin' me
It's got an apron on flexin' the recipe
All this gold on might be the death of me
The six kilo Cuban link especially
Coke on my sweatshirt like

cuz niggas is bitches and most of them niggas looked up to me
But lately been looking to the sky asking god why he take them great souls from me
I'm

gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

wit all this gave me they hate to cherish 
But still I made it 
A made nigga made by the game 
Made for war 
My aim is simple and plain 
Yah wether

Had to cut bro off
He always asking me for some free yay
I don't need no autotune for my career I ain't T-Pain
Why you begging for some weed
I pull up

Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves

Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This