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Yeah mans in the whip I'm gliding
We flying like we up in Central
When your boy get on the beat
You know I'm banging that instrumental
And we play

talkin' money, I am all in (gang)
Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in (gang, gang)
I just left your bitch and I got all in (bang, bang)
All in (bang,

a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than

we banging
You know we hanging
Those are your mans
Hope you aint claiming
Know you aint banging
Your tracks aint knocking
Boy you gotta stop it
Want

you'll say
Wes, for real, if it wasn't for me you would not have gotten on that stage
Fuck out my face

Yo we was boys how you throwing me shade?
So fuck

He Comes

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock

personal ask your customer  Learned quick at an early age, can't put my trust in em  I aint heard from that boy in days tell me wassup wit em  Hating

High Noon

Rascalz

Global Warning

1999

the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out

this is gonna be good
Hol' on boys I'll be back
(A posse of guys yelling, Walking sounds)
Now close your eyes and count to ten
One, two thr (Sounds

know
Is sasquatch can rap

Motherfucker, I'm iller

Ok, I squeeze the juice out a
Rapper and just squash this track
The people like "What the fuck

skies above, sun on your arms
Strength in your stride and hope in those squeaky-clean eyes
(Hope in those squeaky-clean eyes)
You'll get chilly

Teenage Wildlife

David Bowie

Scary Monsters [Bonus Tracks]

1980

skies above, sun on your arms
Strength in your stride and hope in those squeaky-clean eyes
(Hope in those squeaky-clean eyes)
You'll get chilly

instead
Of turning your girlfriend on

Damn these perkys got me out my mind
This ain't no surprise
All you bitches got me wasting my time
I don't give

be surprised by your findings

Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some

I'm rapping and shit (I'm not)
You'll get put on a hit list, you talk out your name, and I bet you'll get scratched like an Itch (Grah grah boom)
I'm

lane and goin' the speed limit
Get out the way
And it's been a pleasure, and I'm your boy
DJ Azul

"If I could only figure out how to do all this without

a flame in
Your brain just to melt
It ‘cause I felt shit every
Single minute of my life
And every second was dedicated to
Punching your lights out
I shout

Toootie 
Gas on the track like it's my duty 
Flow got bling like a bright red ruby 
1 whole take that's how I ran thru it
Modern day Mozart boy I got music

on the track like it’s my duty
Flow got bling like a bright red ruby
1 whole take that’s how I ran thru it
Modern day Mozart boy I got music
Game winnin' shot n

yo' self, boy, you gotta be honest (Honest), build up yo' mind
Be the strongest, you gotta block out all the nonsense, they want you to fall like it's

watch you run around
Inside the underground
Oh boy you scared, you mad, you sad

Watch out now for all the snakes down
I pull 'em out the fuckin' dirt

We came to set it off put my dick all up in her jaws
Till she let it out Imma ball till I fucking fall till Im fucking gone
Big dick but I dont got

out the door
Askin' when I'm slidin' back through
She was lowkey fiendin' like to flirt and kept it naughty
Looked you in the eye, hyping her skills for

Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both