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Pain

Killarmy

Dirty Weaponry

1998

the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by

your fam
Back there your kids on Instagram
DJ Vlad, keep your mouth shut
I don't do interviews, shut the fuck up
Man, I'm just trying to see a key
I cut

mPHATic
Hook:
Its a bit rich
She's a bit rich
That’s a big itch
Proceed at your own risk

Break 1:
She making money like its hand over fist
think she

and rocket
Launchers, hand grenades, handguns
And fire torches
Off the boat Albanians the one to trust
He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us
Take a twisted

seriously poked in
Your crack by ministers
Eww, these days rappers on my TV
Are braggers about their swagger rocking
Karats off of Ebay
But I ain't tripping,

Keep being hard-headed and I'ma make you get off me
Got human enough disguise but my face is a doggy
If you lovin' my bark let me bury my bone
I got

taped off
Cat’s parade like Kate Moss
For the cake will your goons bail off?
For the green like legumes 
What you niggas made of 
My paper more dirty than

make it happen

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
That's the best way to keep everybody blind
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon'

Low key get away with my shorty that's my bitch

Side chick gone trip, tell her this



Hop up off my dick



Hop up off my dick

You can't tell me

their mothers
I seen plugs serve like five under covers
I seen killers really die in a gutter
Hypnotized by the block
Turn the heat up and keep your eye

St. Catherine's was a nightmare
You know they took away my headphones
Sure they let you keep your handset
But the courtyard is a dead zone

Merry Christmas From the Whole Fam Damily [Bonus Track]

Cledus T. Judd

Cledus Navidad

2002

Chia Pet
MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair
By her sister Ethel who never fought fair

Let's get ready to tumble!!!!!!!

The children all

mmm yah I might be
It don't matter now ladies can't get off me

Black smoke in air, I cannot bear Let's break the rules, chemical flare

Left side by

thinking (yeah)
Papa said, "Chill" but the brother keep winking (uh-huh)
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide (right)
On your side while the baby

Inspiration can come from anywhere
You got to keep them eyes open more than
The black hole that's in your Ex's chest
I would say heart but that would be a jest

Hot This Year

Brand Nubian

Soundtrack to the Streets [Clean]

1998

and pass if your trees be black 
I leave the, promoters screamin' "Won't you please be back?" 
Detonating, till bell-bottom Lee's come back 

[Chorus]

to act when your pockets change I’m player and a boss we are not the same you could not be me even if we had the same name off tan bricks while a nigga

Yellow Tape

Fat Joe

Yellow Tape

2012

to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out

hands on your- put your- put your-
Put on your hands and your knees, by your exes roomie
Put your hands on your knees, angelina jolie
Got put on your

It's Us (go)

Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All

yeah she want bars and whips
I'm getting that money I'm building up from what I started with
My Sneaky link I grabbed her by her pink she ain't know what

Where art thou? 
Where is thee? 
Unclasps your hands, cause no one's listening
Morality is not defined by books or creeds 
But rather on your own good

a shade
On the branches under leaves
Lazy summer serenade
Softly carried by the breeze
It's the black proletariat, the artisan
The heart of the city, don't

down So they calling em' heaven sent
We the shit
The excrement
J.Megatron spit the new testament
Gone off that medicine a young black Mexican
BBQs