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night till the joy is sore

Early morning
White light rips gently through the curtains
Past portraits will always mix with their new colors
Black Pearl

Will Smith, I apply the focus
Now she a winner cause I was chosen

We gon' get a ring
And I hope you like the world
Cause baby, that's what I'ma bring

back Paris smith payback 

Talk slick on the gram and get your shit push back

I been humble in calm but em back in mix 

Im looking for rec Im ready I

Psycho

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POW
Now it's time to get buckwild
And watch my funky brothers freak the underground
In a second, or minute, in

like Yao Ming / I’ve returned like Jordan in that four five I’m from the city where they buried us alive “Let’s Go Hey

 

Im am legend like Will Smith

don’t gotta know
Mix the liquor with the snow
Wake up early fuck me more
Baby he don’t gotta know
Half a million on the house
Spend it baby on my mom
Girl

up the pink for the feel now (for the feel now)
Singin'""It was never love, I can tell now"" 
Hey, will you ever ever tell the truth? (yeah yeah)
Man

I'm lost in a corn maze, save that problem
For a different day, known to occasionally
Like to mix a drink, but rather drink it straight
An alcoholic

it smart and plead the fifth
Why you thinking that they won't because they will don't leave the smith
Wrap the work just like a gift in yo city with

fresh, I look like a ninja for real
These niggas move fast, they gon' drill in me kill
It's the weekend, I might buy a house in the hills
Just stay there

And it's stains in the wainscotting
Cracks in the baseboard
Arachnid in the corner serving up face
Like whose house you think this is?
Prism

the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long

Assassin. Assassins.

Trophy Scars

Alphabet. Alphabets.

2006

she'd shoot that gun

Com on baby grab that cash and get in the car
Hit the gas
The cops will catch up crazy fast
Come on baby drive

I can't believe you

the matrix i’m a smith that’s no Morrissey
Pretty women start adoring me
My dreams about copping a house to keep the Porsche keys in
Spend a night at the 4

chasin', do it the for fame-ass nigga (do it for the fame)
Stay up in a house, always on the game-ass nigga (always on the game)
Ain't gon' never change,

you guys rocked the house
And you blew your bass amp out
But all the people loved it anyway

Well I made a band too
A little like Sonic Youth
And when

never be a Caroline 
Beg for the fame can you spare the time 
No I can't a spare a dime 
Getting paid by the penny 
Life of an artist 
Can't stress on it

spent me a Ticket Supreme on my beanie
Don’t needa flaunt it ya place will be haunted no
Danny my life but my phantom be VV
No she don’t love me right now

and continuously they stop
And now I'm stuck thinking I will never make the top
It's like people breaking in chasing upon my entities
Because they feel me and they

Story of my life
Yeah
It's a lot I can say
And it's a lot I will say
One hunnid
Always fortunate
No matter what
Yeah

Me I'm rapping like the rent

will not be repented
All this aggression from all the oppression we sick of it
Another brother dead some arrested in the mix of it
Its gettin stupid

Criminal Set

Xzibit

Cornerstone Mixtape March 05 #70

lately I've been feelin' like Will Smith
Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mil' on a flick? (Yeah!)
Y'all niggas just started some shit, the underdog

You rappers think you're on my level, no the fuck you're not
Talkin' out your necks, well you can catch some fuckin' knots
It's my house, you can't

Pain Is Love

Cappadonna

Drop City S.I.M.P. Son: Staten Island's Most Popular Son

2008

[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
Mix coke with dust, still can hold me