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Telling me that life is a gas

You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing

Motown gives it a blast

So I'm moving south

To the great unknown

Yeah I'm

Windy City attitude boricua from the south side
You got eyes with that shake, mommy let's ride
Take you on a roller coaster, live that high life
Got

ain't die or nothing 
but we gotta break all these grudges 
I know we gotta do something 
but God can you just do something 
and check me... like Nike...

Hey babe, I, I know it's dumb but, I think I love you
It consumes us again leaving nothing but a blank stare
Lovin you like it's the first time I

(Uh Coming out yea I rep nothing but south aye yea 
Speaking wet oh but you in the drought aye yea 
Im the elder lil nigga watch your mouth hold

ole', hood ole' meaningful
Something you can hold on
It ain't nothing like that down south lovin'
It ain't nothing like that down south lovin'
It ain't

Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it

even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class

They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while

I'm chase my dreams
While you cappin for clout wow
I turn nothing into something
I never fumble bad
When my time coming
I'm on the rise like the sunny

Die Bout It

Kevin Gates

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

in
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding in
You know nigga I was telling it was nothing
So now I say my sidling bitch
You

Go Out on the Town

Killer Mike

PL3DGE

2011

I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something

In the Haughhh!

Insane Clown Posse

Beverly Kills 50187

1993

sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch

shine
I shoot 'em up, god damn, goin' blind
Runnin' through the South, gettin' flyer than a kite
(Now that time's running out just gotta ? into my

your mouth
Once I flew to Seoul in Korea to the South
You could've said something 'fore I hopped on that plane
I tried to blame myself but that's fuckin'

to live before

Green is the only thing I see and nothing else
If it's fake, something more natural might help
If it's paper, I'mma get it up and stack my

got it by my lonely

Nothing like this before no
You weren't that type before no
Don't you dare tell him what we done
You have to tell him that you done

Ain’t My Fault

(((HOOK)))
Posted up in the south side, 
Grippin' grain && swangin' wide
It ain't my fault they hating on me,
It ain't my fault they

East side west side north side south side yeah they know the name
It's a party on this side yeah i'm kickin it with the gang
Wanna take a break from

the impossible, and then I did it twice
Young!

Young HO, fresh from Italy
Trip financed by my best ability
Same one helped me in extra realty
For my mom, for my

up!

(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East

raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up

people
Gathering by nothing, they must have seen another ghost in the room
Aimless wandering around the parking lot tonight

Going South [Country Style]

The Wolfgang Press

Funky Little Demons

1995

that life is a gas
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Motown gives it a blast

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm going south

some real shit but I'm in the mood for something intimate
Something that doesn't end with "hey I'm not feeling it"
Bury myself in work emails, to forget