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What Them Girls Like

Ludacris

Heart of the City

2009

what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Bridge: Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathing on the hills
And it's me they

Song for the Fields

Fields

7 from the Village

2006

in the sea 
Collective memory 

Long serving, deserving 
Our masters won't leave us 

You're not the only one 

Looking for your turn 
Setting

spreading outward
The old Inherent greed within is spreading outward
The Alpha Collective has caved in on itself
The Alpha Collective no longer spreading
Now

gotta stay selective (Whoa, whoa)
They all want a piece, I gotta stay collective (Contra)
Hundred million just to put it in perspective (Money)
They all

by a control center
Glare of a need

It is a collective hallucination
A Cartesian theater
A narrative construction
Self-Delusion!

A ghost,

needs to be learned
And it was written in the books that were burned
Collective memory has faded away
This is the present tense, we don't think
We play,

bitches disgusting you can’t even trust em
You know that they not even riding
Got a wet foreign ting from the islands
I’m calm and collective you bring out

light up the darkness in me

Don't base your substance by the cards that you hold
You'll find your footing in the seeds that you sew, as they grow

You've

Close your eyes, and breathe and listen
The universe is calling you
From near by and from the distance
Ethereal and true

The continuum of music
That

wanna be good
I guess i would, if it was all that simple, but

Collective consensus says  its not
Watch, your words become your world
Direction dependent

and I can tell that we on
This ain’t a flex this just a vision you can’t tell us we wrong
The flush collective stay objective come and see what we on
This

happiness on sale

c society taken by wealthy white deceivers, we anthill collectives carry the pig to be our meat

We keep trying till we scream finally

c

names in blood
Pledging our undying allegiance
We kiss the ring on the left hand
Look close
See the ritual....
As they hack our collective sacred nature

your subconsciousness

Infiltrating
Inoculating
Subjugating
Your spirit possessed

Spellbound
By seductive glow
Beamed into your eyes

Bright flash

by faith now trapped in this endless cycle
To be born is to suffer and to die is to be reborn

Intimate death is no release, only a step towards

collective.
You want a clear directive.
To love the razors edge
And carve away the pain.

Is it the agony 
Or the love of defeat?
The allure of death itself

in the clouds you can check it
Born with the checklist
Checking it off like elective
Best is the one who pree's the objective collective
I wouldn't

authentic, say what I mean and mean what I say without measure
to be defined not by my limitations but the actions I take to overcome them.

But freedom is

what I feel know that love involved
Been through so much up in this shit so I'm never appalled
Trying to stop the collective from getting collected calls

my life like I just don't mind
Form my point of view and reshape my sight
I was once just me, but from now I'm crowd
This collective hell never let me

Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I

of our true nature had not been able to mature. As the belief in duality and division grew, it started to form a collective mental matrix a projection

Laker

Make my wrist do tricks in the night
Collective:We aint scared we aint scared
I was creeping through your hood last night
Collective: boy, you

fire out the sub.
Killin’ every demo,
Murk a beat wit Brian, 
Shit produced by Benjels. 
Sargent got the best flow.
Ah!
Dropping tracks, 
Spittin’ raps,