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screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions don't wanna be asked
Move out wanna move beat of my own drum
To my own nobody reppin' me

Boomin on the beat, you heard them drums kick
Shot him in his back with a four-five, he did a front flip
I can cut the air with this new Runtz before

the waps that beat out like a drum
And I still got them bitches that down for a nigga 
Fuck with a nigga, tell 'em pull up, they come
Turn on the kettle,

Art Club

Aceyalone

Hip Hop and the World We Live In

2002

to hear him
We meet, over the beat, bring your drum machines and (?)
Dem days fly by fast, meditating with the sensei
Be forever in debt with the powers

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Back and charged up, bitch, we still in shock
Got a fifty-round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On a Out The Slums verse,

Marlene, baby won't you comfort me
Marlene, baby won't you stay, stay, stay
Marlene, baby won't you stay with me tonight

Your windblown lovers just beat my

green Mercury Marquis
Settled down in little house in the hills of Silver Lake  
Where you can beat any drum, enjoy year-round sun, and live through

You love me with your bones
You hold me when I'm broke
You don't ask for a thing
Oh I hope it's you they put me in the ground by

Know where

Hard Times

Eightball & MJG

First Expedition

1999

[Chorus]

A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes
In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe
We made beats, and hung with old heads,

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

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'

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

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

(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

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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