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(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)
Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out,
from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll
Then I must be spewing venom
Petey Parker goes missing
All hail the reign of the villains
Listen
I hear you bitches wishing
Hoping I'm not attentive
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
But then complain that you're uninspired to make a verse
The web I weaved would've tangled Peter Parker
Got hit with venom so it's darker
The hood don't
'll stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like
hey! so what do you say
We just turn a blind eye to this, like Charles Ray's is
But one question I'd like to raise is
Can you feel how the rage is just
tell you!
Quickly, one after the other, four of the fighting machines appeared. Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
me
I'll smile but it seems like I'm closing off emotional range
When I try to tell you my words have no value
Float over your head like a cloud tears
rappa, I'm still in the bando
I rap in the closet and trap out the bando
100% product, you only got your 100% that
My niggas are psycho
Check on my
to you courtesy
Of a sound board cassette
Recording of a December
1989 show at London's Astoria "Breed"
(then called "Immodium") and "Polly" (the big
Rock
I'm Ray Charles
If I fall short then I'm preparing for the take off
And life be feeling crazy I just stay calm
Everything is temporary 'til you gotta
really, it held it up off me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille,
I was Over in Twist, Arkansas, I
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
or did you not block it out when little Narrator Jr.
Mutilated a defenseless lamb by cutting its leg off in a farmhouse in 2004?
He even threw the leg in
Put my life on line
I'm doing over the time
Ain't To much in the city
Got to much on my mind
You can say I do fine
I keep my feeling inside
Wanna ball
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son?
[Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one
[Havoc:] Told you I got you my
As we soak in cosmic ray
Know I want you to stay
I've never been this way
I see you every day
But I'm by the phone
All night long
Waiting for you
We live in a world
Where everywhere you look is colour
So why does this colour
Make people judge one another
We're all different
We all come from
noise
Still in my house, but I've got a Smartphone too
Is an iPhone better than action-figure Plastic, up to you
We used to go to the zoo, before it Was
Bring Back That Old School
(written and produced by Ray C. Robinson, Jr.)
INTRO
Old School, It Was A Day In Time
Just Sit Back, Let's Take An Old
you’re going to have a face to face with your karma/so
You can deal with
Your own bullshit by yourself/so why you keep on including everybody else in
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