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With an Eastside poet named Patti
Smith who would use it
To mix wild poetry with simple rock stuff
Like The Fugs in a way, but less rough
A postmodern

the crowd but you sank not surf crowd let you drown
Don't ask why me why what now
Can't get by me sort it out 
Way to late can't talk it out
No linkup I'll

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I

(Ooo)
Toxic topics won't get by so get my
Sick mind wrapped up with a twist tie
It's a Vagabond, Misterwives (Yah)
Volcanic mannerisms in a throwback alma

If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game

ringing my phone off
Then they call me when they want favors
So fuck it I'm switching my phone off
Fuck it put my phone on flight mode
Jump

Now she hot like a basin (woi)
Don't say it, just save it (woi)
All my shoes got laces (woi)
Don't make badman blaze it (yeah)
Anytime that I jump

there feeding off of me Like I'm the definition of demonology
I'm just honestly dead inside come jump in my ride
Come get lost with me there's lots to see

Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and  eat green like sebi
 Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
 This

Sound check
Go so before I start dey burst
Hope say you dey buy my song?
Cause if na few dey get am
Then that one no be love

It takes a whole lot

Tell Dat Ta Dummies

Andre Nickatina

Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2

And this is federal
So prime time
Half the time you open wide
And my reflection's in your eyes
It's like the liquor on the counter
Makin money by the hour

speak it by experience, that's not a favor

Don't let the spirit of confusion strike you on your navel
Don't be misled by angel numbers or the father name

like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me

A Day in the Life

Diamond D

Live at Tramps New York "In Memory of Big L.," Vol. 2

1999

And when it's time to refuel 
Lord Jamar jump in the car, say "Back to the Rule" 
It's like that y'all, you know it's as sharp as a knife 
It's just a day

do 1942 and there's really no delay
Plus we do a lot of winning so we like to celebrate
Ah, forget that, it's the MOBOs
I forget we came up watching

fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my

Atleast I call it being
Got no need to creep in
Just jump right off the deep end
No other language or accent I'd rather speak Slim
Cos I follow your

to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi

to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi

to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

them niggas don't
Play with the sauce
I don't know what he thought (Billy Sauce)
So much sauce on my watch
I call it a fool, yeah
Don't mention my name

[Twin Spirit N. 32]
I'm So Sad !
There's No Point In Living Anymore
My Nature Has Been Twisted By
Your Presence In This Unreal World

And I Wish I

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't