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of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

So Fresh

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

your average scratcher
Stature of a rapper slash actor
Back to the future on wax
The future of rap
Tap like Gregory Hines, read the headlines

One

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele

2000

you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument

you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument

Domestic Violence

E-40

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me

Soul Food

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk

Domestic Violence

E-40

Chase the Cat

2001

inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)

we were
Gangsta so we never did get a chance
To prove to anybody how much good we
Had inside of us all they heard
About was how drive bys and how many

My inner 2Pac shit
Thug Life
THUG LIFE

Peace GOD that’s how you greet us
Rich righteous teachers
Paradise I’m tryna lead us
But I’m stuck inside my

the spirit of '79
Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition
Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or
Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em
We

eye)
Meanin' that you sweet
Know the ride 'fore you jump inside
Tryna get this cake
We ain't talkin' bout Duncan Hines
Yeah, I'm playin' bass, eat

nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock

Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he

(Nah)
Sit and observe in my mind
All about action like mimes
Grew up surrounded by snakes and roaches and rats no wonder I got into crime (Fuck Em')
I saw

through the lane
I done seen it all never shocked by the pain,
Baby what you saying, the top spot got my name,
I'm working hard just to make this profit

my heart’s door
Now this temple is not a tavern anymore

Written by: Marcia B. Henry