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for the man"

Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets

cocaine
And I stay wit da top of da line propane
I be tryna pull up, get in da stu and cook up
Have a nigga whole album done, fo he look up
Line jumping no

And niggaz throw your TS's up (beat Novacane)

Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I

E this is my damn seed, yeah
We paid cash rip up the damn receipt
'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see
Either time's flyin' or my

born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young

Big Dreams

Game

Ultimate R&B 2008

2008

the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons

That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen

And its where they'll bury you if you're killed by  the mob    
Addiction is real sad your families at whits end 
The only thing that you care about is more

as Evan or Double E or MC
She'd just called me baby

Maybe she knew my man David
He was homeless too
I met him street performing
On a Magic Carpet
Said he

on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By

This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon' be your favorite song

Memories don't die but I can't say the same for you
I been

Don't give up on yourself we got a lot of life to live
And it's okay to cry just go ahead and shed a tear
And it's okay to be afraid and close your

called for duty, sniping fake artists up in this mission
Got an eye for lazy rappers, that's my Activision

The Twister here to shake the game by storm

rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,

Que valia por duas
Ascendi aos céus do rap tuga só com um álbum
Acendi a chama do inferno sem vender a alma
Assim é exagero, não bateu tanto, tem calma

nice (worrrrd)
Now they want a piece of the pie served
Without acknowledging the culinary art of words
Cook a beat on the 1st
E tlo butsoa on the 3rd
Add

Will you remember me?
I woke up at 5 in the morning wondered, "why"?
When every breath is just a step to death
Every ghost another second best

longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have

Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement
Its understatement, I'm taking rap flow to plateau
These assholes you clap fo'
Just can't go

admit ma je fi igbadun su e
Kini mo ti se fun e
Plans mi po gan fun e
Jekan ma patan emi ku ti ta tan na only you I want I swear
No be you dey by me
When

J E S U S
Equip 22's got us feelin' kinda blessed
J E S U S
Yeah the Holy Spirit is in our midst
Growing up I was always the Christian kid
I never

E ni le duro tin ba gbera tan
Ema gbo orin mi l'ori radio
Ki leti ri ema riran wo
David SunShyne omo ologo didan
Funfun leye nsu omo olu Ijo mimo

Bow to the Masta

Kool Keith

Celebrity Deathmatch

1999

written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo

I'm a set up a bag

people
David lived through the war in Iraq
Even earning a purple heart by saving
His crew from a roadside bomb, but he
Couldn't survive the streets

the mold
By any mean necessary Malcolm in his prime
Messianic verses turning water into wine
A martyr for my people put my body on the line
Here to open up