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to the ground
For inside that grim prison lay
A brave Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down

He went to his death like
A true son of Ireland

signs up
I tell you to leave town
And you're like "what?"
Better pack your shit
Like you were a tight butt
More swag than the Jackson 5
Stylish jive like

to show I liked it like I'm working out of Nike
So turn around let me see that booty you've been hoarding
Buss it down baby shake that booty till

Let It Out

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I

down for me, she'll ride for me
I told her, don't switch your side She said she'll die for me, won't lie to me
But lie when she step in the court She

Don't Stop...Planet Rock

Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force

Something From Nothing: The Art of Rap

2012

dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love,

Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't

im  In the process

I'm all about ego
 Success cant be noiseless 



Drake is the Beatles 
Gonna be Michael Jackson 
Hit the billboards so bad 
It's

gon try to pin the bad apples on the whole tree
They gon' try to cut you down then claim a new leaf
They gon' put you in the ground then shame your new

hits your body
You know it’s time to party
Just move it like you want to
You don’t owe it to nobody
Feel it top down top down
It has to get out get out

kills black bros
You kill George Floyd, say you ain't racist 'cause told your friends you like Michael Jordan

I haven't been grateful for being alive,

get by, and let your meat suit boogie alright
Sometimes the meat suit boogie woogie
Is gonna get you down
But grab your boogie woogie little suit

Michael Jackson on that wrist too
Self made Self paid
A youngin soon worldwide like youtube
Chasin the bag
Steady locked in stu
Aint no stoppin
I'm chasin

your life you tryna fuck around
Demons in my head they tryna run me down
Fuck a thirty clip I need a hundred rounds
My youngin itching for a body tryna

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS, TAKE EM ROUND & ROUND
BEND YOUR KNEES SHAKE ITR DOWN TO THE GROUND
WIGGLE YOUR HEAD LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE A NECK
DO WHAT YOU WANT NO

I been hidin' like dealer
Cuz I hide the key
Michael Jackson with the thrillers
When I slide my feet
Ima dance on floor
Dance on the floor
Dance

dinner 
Lay back and get this this dickin'
Legs up in the air kicking 
Down your thighs them juices trickling
Her body is a map. Her moan is the guide 
X

the ground will shake as I begin to laugh
I light the candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place
The Devil's Daughter, Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case

she gon Croke
Yes I Love to pistol tote
Mama took my gun when I was young
She Scared I was gonna end my self
used to be so sad now I'm Michael Jackson

bai
Jaiye Dubai
Body bad very very nice
Shake it down
Oya girl Shake the ground
Semi gan bose semi gan
Tell me what you really want
I be on billions
I

the needles I'm finna sew it
Put game back together bitches slowed it
Down to the ground
Pick it up, That's my crown
Rub my Feet
Up and Down
No respect
I don't

Sincerely yours
Yeah we starting as a Caterpillar
Scary sights around me man
It's like a Michael Jackson thriller
I'm a beat killer and I know

party, shake the bodies down
And don't stop moving 'til you hit the ground
A doomsday party, better raise your hands high here today
Raise your hands