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2,3,4,5,6,7
I am a fucking legend
This ain't no class in session
Whatever happens next then
2,3,4,5,6,7
I am a fucking legend
Everybody put your hands up
We

to the brothers

Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane. 

By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They

and rippin it on tracks
That's bad
I don't give a fuck about class
I just wanna make mad racks
No cap
Fact of the matter is that I'm in it no laughter
I be

Seven how you feeling today
Are you lost in maze surrounded by your pain
And again when you turn a corner
Dead end so you continue to wander
Scream

care no more if i get a sentence
Partying is my only way of fitness 
If every days like this then i don't Mind repetition 
Wake up in the p.m hitting

trippin'
Cause if we being honest I'm in a
Different class on a scale of things, we way
(weigh) different yeah he had some early
2000's mainstream success

People in Your Neighborhood

Bob McGrath

Fiesta Songs!

1998

verses from the book "People In My Neighborhood" Volume 7 of "On My Way With Sesame Street") 
(pic of Cookie Monster dressed in a chef hat and apron

wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She

met a bad chick in my class hold up lemme pump my brakes 
Shit We vibing so effortless shit got me hella pissed she got a man no 
Way 
But that's okay

Unable to bear issues
This year go make am
Seven years in marriage
Another baby huh another miscarriage
Yes you de find pikin by all means
So that your

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,

Gently increasing your affection by the second with a little hand holdin' and a bit of cheek peckin'
You told me in a whisper so quiet
That we could go

Feeling overlooked, like I'm not even there 
Like I'm invisible, no one seems to care 
People walk by, don't even give me a glance 
Am I just chopped

got handled like a man
Had to learn some lessons, had to come up with a plan
Takin' off in coach but first class is how I land
Look at how I land

Everybody rap the same
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap the same

I got 7 million Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers
8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million

Got it in my intuition
It's a given that I'm driven
By the way that I've been living
Career killing is the mission
Gonna put you I omission
When I get

of the righteous to be lost
They said, By Allah

Indeed Allah has preferred you above us, and we have certainly been sinners
He said, There is no blame on you this

get to pacin
And we gonna simply reside and
Fill up the space and
Took the travis may leave you
Around and place it
That's a classic, no other way

granny had cancer
I'm 'posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta
No job, no money or nothin' from ballin'
Because between that and school, that

open at seven
But you show up at eight, damn
And we gettin' there late

First class, flight six thirty seven (yeah)
Flowin' through heaven, yeah yah Yah

spark up out on the patio
Ayo it's crazy how the years go by
Seemed like just the other day I was skipping class in junior high
Now I'm still doing that

on the map
Hoping that they would slap, so that everybody feel it
Grinding for that cap, but the Math made no sense
Skipping class for that paper, no diploma

a way
Twenty-four seven uh
Maybe twenty-four eight
Got a lot on my plate
Trying to make a mil today
Twenty-four seven uh
Maybe twenty-four eight
Got a lot

you
They think I'm 9-1-7
No 7-7-2 pure rackz we thumb through
And you ain't gotta say too much
I already got a blunt rolled
Shorty just slide through