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of applause for Mr. Quay Miller
(Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes)
On November 10, he released the most streamed and controversial album
That will keep you on the edge

friends with a pen and pad
Understanding the logic of
An inanimate object
Standing in the projects with a
Sign around my neck
Sayin' "Show Me My Respect!"

Message [Re-Record]

Grandmaster Melle Mel

The Greatest Hip-Hop Songs, Vol. 1

2014

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans

by dimwits in the night like Akhlaq
But i'ma make it sure that i never cut the beef
(achoo) I just sneezed and gave you venereal disease
I'm so sorry

those bars up...
That's versatility
Those who those who really like you
Will proceed to come by you
And Those who like you
Not your music
They gone slide

to me and my bloodline by the Word of God
The favor of the Lord shall rest on me and my bloodline
I decree that all curses of business and financial

from me!
A starter car, this car is a finisher car, a transporter of Gods, the Golden God!
I am untethered and my rage knows no bounds!

I got nine

I rap so much that I’m sick of this stuff
I’m gonna take a hiatus
Really beginning to hate it
If I go out on a ledge, out on the edge
I may just

the good press
We get the good lines

We say things like "Rue the day!"
And "For this
The people of this little city shall pay!"
And "Now I will show you

explain all this hurt in a way that can make them relate
I thought I told you be warned
Now let me show you before
I want to tell you where I'll send you

on the edge
Watching all your temples as they fall to the cement
Dropping all your threats
All this time I thought we were friends
Thought we were mates but I

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through

Yes! Let's put you to the test.
You are a contestant on cmerica's Second  favorite game show 
“Black Made That -cll that” 
Please welcome your host,

a figment
If it goin break I better go fix it
Take two styles and I might go mix em
Missed that car by just a few inches
So glad I'm livin
And I hope it will

like the box logo
Keep it more efficient like a car four door
Fold on my brotha man thats a no no
Stood on the edge of the cliff solo
Head first

out memories that I froze
How I work so hard but I remain broke
How I endure so much but I retain hope
Sleeping in my car reaching for the stars
Secrets

give out fades
Put the heat to your temple now your edges is laid
I am Hollywood but I am not a real wife
I'm auto correct check a bitch in real life

huh, that's just my view
I ain't kidding uko in the wrong profession
Meli ya Barz on the way nikufanyie provision
By the look of things naona hatua make

actually do
And judgin' by the people that
Are settin all the standards
All of us go outta style too oh Lordy Loo
I swear to christ I'm sure
To screw

For approval of him but the truth is your identities defined by someone else 

They say I needa get it all get the money get girls get the cars so 
Imma

hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag

bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it

On your death bed
They never loved you, decide before you reach the edge
People who care for you never let you do wrong things
But if they care for you,