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Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew

Sugar Boats

Modest Mouse

Strangers to Ourselves

2015

by, by, by, by, bye-bye
Wave bye, sugar boats!
As soon as you paint every last grain of sand
As you soon as you paint every star
In the sky, sky,

Yeah!

Starr Hill Music Hall
Glazed with alcohol
Spun from sugar by woodland creatures
You're the pupils, they're the teachers

Gonna pack my

give me bubble bath
Longway Nino Brown
Put my foot in the cage just to break a pound
I'm fiending for it, they want brown sugar
She sneaking and geeking

in the mall Paul Blart
Got sugar daddies overseas
Cum in his ass this just the start
For some Rick I am on my knees

With Cwerti makin'him whimper
Yuh

Grits

The Roots

Organix

1993

nuttin man! 

That's the grits that needs cash man! 

I like my grits with sugar man 

I like them with butter

Sweet and smooth man 



Who

were felt
We split up to pursue solo acts by ourselves
My new stuff grew humorous, satanic
Katastrophe blew up, toured trans-atlantic
I moved to New York

Black Elvis

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

[Kool Keith] 

Yeah! 

For the 2000 (2000) 

Black Elvis (Black Elvis) 

We get raw with this (hand me my guitar) 

Tour bus packed (tour

hirya
Igiza igiza igiza hirya
Igiza igiza igiza hirya

Yaciye mubimene by'amacupa Wimukangisha ibisate By'ibicuma
Nguwo mumabarabara ava jyos
Agana gogos

ratio
''It's a coded message in a bottle
Inside of a shipment lost in Atlantic waters''
My cries for help weren't THAT symbolic
Y'all tuned me out for

singing in the street 
He came through the front I left by the back
Running through the snow in my stocking feet

A tugboat whistles a lonely gull cries

Pussy stank, get replaced by a bitch I don't like
It's alright thought
Tightrope panties with pansies, a panoramic
Atlantic to Santa Monica, transit?
Nuh

in my eyes 
Maryland til I die, east coast is on the rise
I'm a mid Atlantic punk, the coast up on my back
you're clowns up in the circus playing air

Fingerprints on the ranfla i'm shooting at your panza
Give a damn about a follower i'm backed up by the raza,
Donuts at the plaza hope the cop don't

became grown
Now my name's known
Had jet planes flown out to LA
Then what did I do? I came home
Pinecone aroma, in the Atlantic
It's not the Bay State

Sun blocked by my shades
Concierge said
Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious
Like you don't clean dishes
Anything I'll get you Mista
Just

No Retreat

Pacewon

Won

2002

Yo yo yo Roc-A-Blok, yo
Yo yo yo, yo! Huh! Yo!

All y'all call on me like Bell Atlantic
Pack a four-four, got weed and never panic
Bout to blow up