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Echo

Nas

POISON

2018

to die, uh
I know some fake niggas livin' a lie
I got some real niggas ready to die

We was Times Square pioneers, 40 deuce, 40-below boots
40 ounce

Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed

living
With a household income of 40 grand and below reported a job loss
The unemployment rate between February and April
Increased by 12 percent for women

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

a rifle like Mark Rypien
Sippin on tar smoke, hope to get in when I'm open
Nervous when police follow frozen in time
Sometimes cold, sometimes 40 below

Citronella

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache

bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we

father I just can't fight
To break free of this feeling

Cast your mind back 40 odd years to the
Summer of love still ringing in your ears
Hampstead

Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit
My brick talk

21 shells inside the mag swept by the heat like Jimmy Butler
40 pokin' out my hoop shorts, hard to hide it in the summer

Yo, goof ass merch that you

What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below

They Living Breathing
Now they offspring like my Offspring
That give me every reaason
No more hot summers this shit
Cold as 40 below freezing
Through

Cutters of the pie
Throw your summers in the sky
Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die

Apache on a ship shape in Bristol fashion
Snuck a jammy

Mama tried to tell me
You can't judge a book by the cover
But a judge can throw the book at you
And all of it's covered
All expenses paid vacation

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This what you wanted, huh?
This what you wanted, huh?!
Yo, yo, yo

Last few summers, I told you brothas was my year (uh)

No tattletales
Try to get them in trouble
You'll be in trouble yourself
That's what they told me
My cousin was groping below my belt
Had me sucking

frosted windows

Outsides like 40 below
Can feel the temperature rising on me whenever you close
Call me the weatherman but the forecast don't need to be