Lyrics:
at a time
Yeah, she won't realize that they risked glory for a daughter living while the inner's gathering
Below her near the sand to remind her these are
to get their chain back
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts
Any vibe for the people by the people
Ya-ya, giddy up
Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2
5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back
as a thug but you say you are
These ho's be walkin' round broke, thinkin' they superstars
Them things they get in cars, awnaw
Never been here before
But if
the coal company made a new railway
Farmers sold their land when plows got rusty
Businessmen wore their fine suits
And grandpa wore his cotton boots
As old
the clueless
When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at?
Are we really at the top or is that just how're we are trained to view it?
I wonder who made
the hall in the ole hotel where me and old John stayed.
Were some school marms, they'd come up from Dallas to party for a couple of days.
Now these old
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
We were destined to share the stage someday.
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
sat, hoped to pass
Didn't think to face the fact
That oh, by gosh, o, lack, o, lass
Columbia is bleeding
Walkin' down off the bus
Vickie Lucas crossed
Girls
by Dizzee Rascal
Album : Showtime
Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal.
Yo, walkin through
that I’m gone,
But i made it back home,
I’m up in the spot,
The shop,
Slang in these cameras on camera,
&& packin the chrome,
Cameras on cameras,
I feel
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
with the crew ne Mazowe ka pa side
In these tough times man I keep the tears
Who got the fruit? Who got the juice for the loop?
Who got the boots for
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
Slouching to its fate
Step by step
Day by day
Coming to collect
The toll to pay
Imagine if you will Monsieur Creosote for the digital age
Fattened
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin', Tariq
And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet
These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what
bet they feel me on these songs, huh
While I'm here I bet I'll rage, rage, rage
So liberatin', give a damn what you say
Please stand by
I love it
or beast (no, no)
But I admit there are times when these girls so fine
They'll chill with a nigga for a week (oh, for a week)
Now I admit I love Hugh
been getting it Krizz for the discount
But me and N9NA the payday
On the way with Mike and may day
They say us get the boot and shoot
And you believe
[Voice - 2Pac]
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
[Treach]
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly
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