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know that I'm blessed
I'm praying to god
Don't gimme no stress
Holy water on road
Holy water when I walk
Man dem show no love
Holy water in da club
Holy

too if you still sayin dats ya mans/

Like, all I know is left, I don't need a right hand/
So I can say I did it by myself when I touch 300 bands/

a man under, ill raise us from the ground, my sound disturbs slumber.


Live by the pen die by my pen now. 

Leaders of the old world, 
They been creating

zaion
La tratterò come una ragazzina
Senza floulan da mercy
Tu goditela una notte ma poi dille by by
Chi vive nell'apparenza non va bene col ruboy
La

Of love for yu for yu
A fi di gal dem wey dey love
Dem man dem to di max
Sweetness aguan

sweetheart
One by one or I'll take you far now

Doh blame me ah nuh my fault
Mek da bumpa 'ya look good inna mi tight shorts
Doh blame me ah nuh my fault

Don't wake me up
cw man
Ise thinking of luggage
Raising my head to the sky, picturing flights, da vision is fuzzy
Laying back in a new Mercedes

that’s a bet
Wya, I just left, who all thea, oh that’s a bet
Gimme a sec, passing by belks, I make a right or a left, oh that’s a bet
She wanna gimme neck,

No Me No Need No Man  (yuh mad)
 Fi Help Mi Out, Me Do This By Miself 
an Even If Me Weak Jah Make Me find the Strength. (everytime)
And even if Them

As time goes by 
Its Sign Fa Me Na 
We in this World together 
But I told em  
Dat DA World is mines

So long as the sun shine 
We Gone light up

my vibes
Always been tryna unify
But deez dudes blinded by da shine
Once I break da game den break ya name
Kiss yo ass good bye
I'm in here wildin' I

protection
Learn a lesson from a Smith & Wesson
Hug the block just for affection
So ironic, it's da pressing
Come out y'all boys in blue
Gimme a fair one and I

Show you why you shoulda never diss man
Show you why you shoulda never diss man

Pull up a you yard inna heavy tint van
Fi show you why you shoulda

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Message: The Roots of Rap

1999

on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got

I guess by now

Ooh Nuthin'

Project Pat

Off the Richter Scale

2001

dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO!
Jimmy crack corn I'm gon bust on her LIPPO!
Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO!
Down by da benz so her cheese

the pussy so fat doe
Da gal deh mek mi head done gone to rass doe
Fuck relationship mi put it in the past doe
Now she want to chat a bag a rass doe
But gyal

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread

again let da old layers peel off like a Clementine
No playing games wen it's bizness time
Eatin good and got bigger fish 2 fry
Man must not live by bread