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10 Mins.

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had

on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain't about the shit that
You claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don't think they

more)
It is not by might not power (want more)
But by my spirit (I just want more)
That saith the Lord of Hosts (I just want more)
And it shall come

callin' Earl
Since my stomach was empty, it seduced me to fuck the world
Watch my lil' homies lose they childhoods to guns
Nobody cries no more 'cause we

a toll I don't
Know who you are no more  

Walter white
Sacrifice
They wanna take my life
But they don't see the signs 

Made my name off the pack I sold

God's son)
I'm God's son, what that mean? No one can stop him
I know the haters be hatin' but they jock 'em
It's blessings on the way, can't let

rise
Everybody all here untie
The clock is ticking its time
To take back our rights
Left foot right foot let's march
Hands up signs out we chant
No more

Only Begotten Son

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

ya only son
Let me live or kill me, the chosen one
Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for

back without a fight no more
No, you can't keep us running away, keep us running
No, you can't see the thunder in a lightning storm
No, you can't see

When I’m crushed by the wind and the sea, Your voice is more than enough.
When I’m feeling alone I believe, Your love is more than enough.
When I

go-go it's time
No hesitation and I leave it no hope
By no hope 

And watch out
And watch out
And watch out
And watch out 

I'll give you a high sign

Snack Attack

Godley & Creme

Ismism

1981

guacamole
I'd gladly sign my name in blood
And give him the keys to my soul
Because I can't eat no more
I can't eat no more
I feel like Kojak sitting in

problem, came up with problems, no sleep
I was kept up by sirens
Mothers crying, son's & brothers dying
In the middle of the wild, with the jungles lions

God Lives Through

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out

your minds like a fuckin' chicken sandwich
Disrupting industry, creating voids and schisms
I'm the master of lyricism, its my wordy mysticism
No more

No more to find

Welcome to the writers club for all the writers with
The Midas touch writers just like us
Emcees don't cypher as much
That's why we

And dip back to my space

I'm stuck reminiscing (I am son)
On all my niggas missing (They gone)
Out on life in these times
Lord please provide the signs

you, I ain't got nothin' for sale
Every time a nigga told, I did time by myself I fuck with a nigga more, cause I can't trust no one else

Ain't no

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

'cause a the niggas in my hood be actin like da stars
From in red Beamers,(?) big cars
They can look at my life..

{talking}
Ha
Imagine this
No more tears

the nights
Looking for some brand new ways
Tryna see the signs

So stay by my side while I find a way
We could all use some company
When it all happens, I

Don't think that you ain't enough 
Oh no that's a lie son
Even when your life is hard God says you are my son
Devils words are like a debit card let

Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
(Woah, ah)
Losing my homies, one by one
Wait, What no more fun

[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'

My identity yeah ty yeah
My identity yeah ty yeah

Identity
Know who you are no forget tam
Don't be defined by the world now
Made by hands