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we'll find way up out it
I by passed the middle man, to solve the riddle
Cant stop the rhythm we just breaking the system
Just need a reminder of what's

mouths at be, you'll be aight
I wasn't on the same rhythm
Some of them got murdered, some still in the system it inflated my wisdom
Up in the Bronx, by

a nice ring to it like
A Golddigger supplied by your husband
Only rhymer who does it
Without a mind that is functioned
To be designed as a puppet
I'ma

We taking off like a heliport
I'm far from being concerned with your bitch fits
You and I dont mix
Consider this a misfit
Lyrically indigenous
There is

And imma get mad deep like a well
A gentleman never tells or the rhythm will never sell
Belittle me go to hell
I'm in ya head like a gel
IVision I make it

dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with

of nowhere there was a wind gust as I looked down at the people in a fuss / I'm on the top floor of this reality/ it's well made complex and gritty / it's

a sickle
I spit cold fronts nigga
You're a derriere
Roll the wood baby
Ride to the rhythm
Journey to the moon
Get carried there by
Barbies and bad dreams

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

the maze.

Look at this picture and what it portrays.
What it conveys, who it betrays? 

Message is ready for dissemination.
Through television and radio

a tiger by the toe wit a tic and a tac (attack)
Fool me one time then we runnin it back
Aimin at your neck like da head of an axe
This is not a channel for

in glass,
Outlives the writer,
If the message is grasped,
cnd perceived by the receiver,
cs a message to pass on.
Through our words;
cfter death we can

a detective
Radio active
Think about it
While I draw my spliff
I'm talking you and ya crew
Show dem there's something new 
Something you couldn't do
Learn

And everyone
Won't be seen
It takes something
I cannot put words on
To keep going
On the good path
If by any chance
You first find it
Please stay there
As long

of the ghetto
Mix with corporate lost then looking with the Lord did
Was a slave to the fall like it's August
Where there's a Will there's a way so I'm going in

that’s said already
don’t weigh much but I’m plenty heavy
Where I came up is plenty sketchy
Hand me a beat and that’s what I do to it
You jump on a track

you kicking
These women don't get it
You get that the vision is vivid
There ain't no resistance
With you by my side
We winning
Baby trust me
Have faith

to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?

[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those

Thats a certified rapper, got nothing? You lame
How you walk around looking broke, isn't okay
This is mainstream nigga better do as I say
Radios gotta

throne I be riding on you fast
Like a fool on the track I be sliding when I pass
Not a day goes by I don't grind it on the raps
Paint a picture like

On The Radio


Big up to anyone who's been involved in care & community
'Cos it's the GLC back again
With another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya

Fifth Element

Knowdaverbs

The Syllabus

1999

1200 Techniques then 2000 by Gemini
He aims to fade the cross and try to scratch the win
Be continuous in your mix then transform you back to sin
But it

home
By like 12 in the car it's almost broke
Don't tell mom I was off till three, the A.M
Bluetooth trip no need for station
Move to the rhythm we was

everyday
Getting payed is so fun
But I gotta be my own boss
There's a lotta roadblocks
It's either that or ama grow crops
With no job chilling in cold spots