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on the track with these savage adages 

Ya, no longer must I forage for porridge 
I've got a forest full of cabbage and I've got more in storage
Raps aged

was just waiting for the perfect moment
To catch your tears and sell them to the rain

You've got a nice white house and a living dad, you've got no

Sat by the window staring
Closed the curtains despairing
The house is empty I'm hollow
All is gone but sorrow


Called twice
No return
So I wrote

This is Seymour Schwartz reporting for WJOO
I'm outside the residence of Michael Jackson
All these meshuganas are throwing
Flowers at his house

Jackson
Fans in the house?
Dahlia! Stop!
Well you see, my girl Clarice has
Been hanging out with Mr. Jackson
And let's just say she's on her way
To being

colors on the house's floor
Tears painted on the door
Sneaking in the night
A door open
A road with a flaming trail

America's hypocrites!
Parties for

always been me over y'all little numbers fractions
Yeah Uh
And ain't shit half off
Except your girl chilling by the pool with her top off
She gon suck me

No fears, not phased by scare tactics
Flow raw, like vagina that got bare backted
I'm tryina bubble
Like the bottom of some air maxes
I'm too hot

It was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit

Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured

to dethrone
Holy father more like king heretic
No house of god is made of boulders and sticks
Burn

Opus Dei cleansed by heavens flames

Is there no end to your

house wife
Face down ass up
Looking all wet
Even though it's cold outside
I will take a dip
No matter how deep the hole
I will go in full clip full clip

Uh
3am and still no satisfaction
I'm haunted by these dreams of turning into Michael Jackson
I leave the game in points, I'm turning into Michael

to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck with the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause

So he can be, out there, with da others
Lord knows we don't need another
Ghost in da house haunting for forgiveness

No never

Hahahahahahaaaaaaaa

the red eye, I said hopped Off of the red eye
Mo-money drop from the red Sky
Like Banks that rob with the Subprime house on fire that's That Left Eye
All

my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (it's Sexyy)
My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad
I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (no

Mike T's Funky Scratch

Compton's Most Wanted

Straight Checkn 'Em

1991

match
My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch. geah. 

Scratching

Back for the mutherfucking '91
My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house.
Down with

or your just fucking with me
We got off to a rotten start
Smash apart a house of broken dreams and call it modern art
Led by fools into the unknown
Mothers

""When the world ends white dust will fill the air like the curtain at the end of a play. 
A rain of desperate bodies will fall from the windows

Whenever there’s a morning 
With the light going up
The shadows around me
Have no more to be taught,
From me, at all.
I’m no one to myself
But I’m

lackin' police on all bullshit, Phil Jackson
Got a planned blueprint with no leadin' got your info, so we schemin
We push, hell cats by any means we eat

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

You fucked around
With A Legend in the making
Find out what happens:
Your soul Jackson Marquis
Is taking. You're nothing but
A little fucking coward