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Blow Up

Hollow Tip

Flawless

1998

the hoes say must it pound
I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is

hollow down
By the sound
Music drowned yeah
By tires, pedal on the ground
Subie loud yeah
Huh, We here now
Nothing slows us down
My music bumpin loud
Slow

spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now

should abide by the constitution 
So why do I feel 
Marginalized by these institutions 

Statisticians tell me that it’s Genocide
Frontline when

By the way, don't know if you know
But I'm here to stay
I'm making a profit like everyday
Close your mouth and stay the fuck out my way
Six feet

One Way 2 Zion

Cappadonna

The Yin and the Yang

2001

around 
Poor people treat ya brother as a equal 
Snuffin to be found on the ground 
These ain't the faces of a clown 
We the meek, God bless us

Won't Die

Twiztid

Man's Myth, Vol. 1

2005

trying to ban our sound
Cuz supposedly it would be resurrecting
The dead from under hollow ground

You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin'

the choices we make
Either stand tall, or mandated On fours
Sedated by terror and fear, whilst those
Greedy for the dollar bill
Are ramping up our bills cuz

Nothing is what it seems
I learned that before the age of sixteen
Bent back by a bloody hush
Delivered by the hollow thrill of absentee trust
Maybe

my account
I don't keep track of the bills, I just count it by the pound
Runnin' to the racks, you know I'm runnin' to the bag
Ain't believe me when I

Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by

Oh I'm a southern boy, I love um
I love eating grass, and
And uhm, wheat, and um, tractors
Uh
I'm caught up in the sound of it
Surrounded by doubters

when I ain't even home, swear she might get addicted to Christmas
It look like a new pair of shoes when the racks getting tossed on the ground, watch

the right, guided by my conscience shining so bright
No matter the temptation, I won't give in. For in my heart, I know what's true from within
In a crowd

corpse scores more gore, yet can't afford the bill
Malefactor, benefactor on a dilapidated tractor
Who steady gathers the rotten fruit from the seeds that

rather suffocate with sorrow
No tomorrow can't be found so I'll force you to levitate above our hollow ground
I'll slice your fucking tongue and lick my

right
Play the field with all the crooks I had my 5th by

Yea yea yea

Shit real round here
Had to see my brother buried in the ground out here
Got

the way I box Em out  
party at my place so bring a crowd 
Don't forget to that loud
They blow it by the pound 
My niggas I keep around 
Best believe they

to middle class
Ion like it here
You show off ya real estate
But wasn't shooting in the gym
We had to eat
Then get out by the am
I was always 6 riding free

I'm on my Kill Bill
Man I'm talking that Lucy Lu shit, that real sharp steel
I take your head off O-Ren Ishii, if you fuck up my meal
Y'all cartoons

Get up of the ground
This is redemption
Not some hollow message
Hide from your true self no longer
Become one, become the person you were made to be