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kicking up the show
With Steve. He's playing the beat.
And Charlie's playing on the bass you see
Yeah Stevie Steve, on the drums
Oooh, Charlie... pickin'

see that for me these pills play sounds
A haze produced from this beat a concrete confidence me and drums be holding
A laps in my judgement and wisdom
I

dead from we touch down
Rifle ah knock inna your head, don't fuck 'round
7.62 full up inna pan drum
Nah fi borrow man steel, full the shop down
Rise

nympho
Beat up the pot bimbo
Got blow for the low limbo
Real Live Squad kinfolk
Big ass yappa for your temple
Any drug I can handle
Traffic cocaine in

even be chilling
Cuz I been drug thru the mud and then judged by the one's
That I told that I love and relationships just was a match
And a drum filled

Drums, snares, contracts
Ho know I'm 'bout my racks, that's big facts
2015 Rosenberg interviews talking bout Tunecore
Here's my voice now use yours
In

Guilty Simpson, back again, check me 
This is flagrant file I burn denial on the mile 
Half smile, born the incredible rap child 
Keep your

(drums and horns set in) 1-2-3-4
(Jazzy Jeff starts scratching)
(Don't stop the rock)

Now that's a record! Now that's a record!

Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go

I

let's get this started

Drinks out by the campfire let's get lit up
Country bangers out the Bluetooth turn it up
Family and friends singing together with

(fuck, cunt, shit)
It's getting hot in hurr (here)
I can't take off my clothes
Wanna leave, put my feet up
In a beat up V-dub, people, I got my mind

Set

you just peep that I’m a Beamer boy? 

Fish in my crib and they  

Koi 

100 round drums I like making noise 

I put metal in your mouth and that’s not

Verse2) Bass pumps - drums kick - house music got me lit - four by four beat - feel the rhythm in your feet  - now's the time to - let it go - baby bust

invitan al party
Aquí se mueren los contras
Si los invitan al party

Live by the gun then you die by the gun
I'ma go get me a hundred round drum
I be

4-1-Too Much

Strict Flow

Without Further Ado

design
More in effect than some of the best been at the prom
Stood the test of time and the minds of who counted
This is heavy weight, your kids will give

Verbal Massage

Prime Minister Pete Nice

Dust to Dust

1993

Verbs flow over the beats by the Nuts, and
If you got nothin, then your verbs'll get you somethin

[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm the verbal masseuse, quick to knock

you, never felt before,
If you're gonna fight to the end surrender to love wars.
The power drum beats on in time,
Creating new dividing lines,
Moving

Breathing slows, heart beat calms

The one I love, she is lying in my arms

I touch your hand in the yellow light

You murmur low in the city night

 

You’re

on drums of flesh

Blistered embattled
You fall to submission
To complete the mission
You rally and rise
2-3-4

Slack-jawed and entranced your

Black and Tans

Jackdaw

Armed & Legged

[Chorus]
I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat, 
And those loving English feet they walked all over us, 
And every single

Gang
Real trim baby, man, brought out them weapons
(LamarcusJ all on the beats now)
Fo' sure (But he ain't livin')
Ayy, you know when you went

wallet (Huh)
You ain't got no money nigga that's a fake chain why the fuck did u buy that (Huh)
Beat him like a drum, that nigga was dumb, nigga why

grave
i knew long ago that i would be the one
to brandish my sword should they beat those battle drums, ohhh

I stood my ground
i stood for something,

for the key
I'm a mountain you can't move
Refusing to live my life by gay recluse

We worked hard at it
We worked hard at it
You will never be that cold

the shatters and breaks
Now I’m just proud to stand here
And hum to this song
So Bonnie still beats the drums
And sings of an impossible love
I close my eyes, I