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as fire as his dad, he'll be a Litten 

I'm done feeding niggas making sure my hand is bitten 

What a funny show, just wait for shit that isn't written

How weak I was
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words
For me, they

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream [Previously Unreleased Track]

Taj Mahal, The Phamtom Blues Band

Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan

2012

When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't

Adventures of Super Rhymes

Jimmy Spicer

The Ultimate Hip-Hop Album

2008

two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just

That's impossible!

How far?

32 kilometers

Shit. HQ this is pilot Quentin Thomas
Accompanied by my first man in charge of infantry William Kai

Higher he got me floatin higher, surprise me
Told the pilot land on a private island, all in
We private, secret locations every hour, power
Pound me,

connections more plugs than the cable guy
I'm the man Zack Morris bayside high
I'm bowling strikes with my lyrics
While you bowling 5's
Living while I'm

to meet them where the stench is
Expenses paid, by the ones that are expensive
Senseless
I'm like a soldier in the trenches
Consumed by the dark my butt

tommy, I step by my lonely
I catch me a clown and he done
It was just me and Lil Derrick, we stayed up all night

I went thirteen, I picked up a gun
Say

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

publicly
Real convos is done in private 
I write it my brain be on auto pilot 
Yea this is the trap this for the culture it's deeper than rap 
If this for

the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when

If that nigga try me he smoked
(Got em)
All of my niggas a go 

All of ya nigggas a hoe
We already know 
(Bow)
The type to get sent to the sto

(Fuck

West berlin
Bobby pin
Boogeymen
Bowling pin
Dead puffin
He be the king pin
Pam is so silly
She feels God in this Chili’s
Michael’s foot just grilling

My name is Merle Haggard and we want to dedicate this especially to Charlie Duke
He was the one who asked for the tape and of course the other two

My name is Merle Haggard and we want to dedicate this especially to Charlie Duke
He was the one who asked for the tape and of course the other two

Our story begins in a Los Angeles mansion
That aging artist Mike Posner is
Renting for the week
He's in LA to write songs for other
More famous

She thought he had it her nigga was Capping
He rocking Dior he got from the Africans
Dottie, this one is crazy
Mike for the jeans, yea the pants cost

of your tiny minds.

I had a friend on the ships his name was Joe Dorsey,
He'd get into port he'd be straight to the horsies,
He begged and he pleaded,

tank
Hitting the board but I'm calling it bank
Overboard cause your ship sank
Oh lord doing my thing
Doing my thing with the homies
You quick to judge

dropped, I'd give all up for my nigga, no lie (no lie)
Right through the struggle, he stayed by my side
He looked down my eyes, I witnessed him die
Swear

Who's The Big Kid Running Around?
He's gotta be 6'3" and 180 Pounds
He circles around town
Listening to Mexican Music Sounds
Even though he's built

on the nose
Just take my bag I pleaded with him as he rained down the blows
I felt like I’d been hit by Mike Tyson
I was sucking up the dust like a Dyson

amount
Need a bitch who can count up
And never lose count
Fell in love with the banker
Tryna fill my account
Like a ship wit no anchor
We aint stopping we