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is free in this city where they just hit em til the blood shows
Best to mind your manners when you stand in presence of the gospel
So, we hit em til

Love

Pharoahe Monch

Wicked Jazz Sounds, Vol. 5

2008

you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire

slang makin hits that thugs feel
demons guard ya grill
when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill

fell in love
Don't matter to me if it's a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake

Bad

The Warriors

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's

morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle. 
Knew that I would make it if I tried. 
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels, 
So

Church State: Virginia
Intro 
In the past, I heard some disrespectful comments made about my music and my faith. It's time to address them 
Verse 1
Oh my

standing still
standing still!

These songs don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Stocking

gravitated toward my mentality
My spiritual stamina
(God)
I've been praying Mr. Lamar, I promise
Spitting scripture on script
Splitting heads when I shift
But

In and outta sanity 
That feeling when it's raw sex

Without this music I'd be 
I'd be more or less
They keep me high
See what this meant
But see more

through Compton and see real Bloods
Real Crips
And I'ma always hold you down dat's real shit
I'm the Los Angeles king
And you remind me of Mary the R&B

the middle of the night get a ticket and I'm sitting on a wing by the window
Air fight when I hit them with the rights, and I rip open they eye with the rap

the middle of the night get a ticket and I'm sitting on a wing by the window
Air fight when I hit them with the rights, and I rip open they eye with the rap

It's My Thang

EPMD

Strictly Business

1988

a change The way I throw down, the way I say 
my name 
The mike that I'm packin' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and 
keep your 
distance When I

Ima lift You up Ima lift my hands
To the sky to the Savior to The Great I Am
I was told I could be saved by the Blood of the Lamb
So here I am
Yo
Dear

our mugshots
While sampling our blood clots
Am i black
Am I proud?
(Well) I'm still trying to find out
Fuck being black in America

Living the same old

One small step, that's big leaps like we moonwalking
I pulled through, I managed to move when I was in the coffin
By any means, I run through

Compton

Dr. Dre

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in

Get out here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been
And then, who's to say when all will end?
All I know is when the portrait painted, better have

Please Don't Pass Me by (A Disgrace)

Leonard Cohen

Live Songs

1973

a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was

Asked me did I wanna see you i told them no
I was only scared this some crazy shit
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)

I got shot when I was 12
Lost

People are always talking
But what happens when the talk isn't cheap and it is what it is?
Well, what I mean by this is, Hillary Clinton
Man, I

to reach unstoppable
just ask tom cruise no mission's ever too impossible
so take it as gospel when I lay my voice on the beat
make ladies moist in their

And after today, I swear I'll never be the same
I'll never be the same (I'll never be the same)
Who the son sets free is free indeed
See He sent His word