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with no soul at all

SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out

my life but I can't die
Money on my head that you can't buy
You are not the plug you a damn lie
Acting like a thug but you can't lie
I'm in first class

Testimonial Year

Hilltop Hoods

Blazin: The After Party

2005

De Ja Vu,
Years of performing, years of practice,
Respect from my peers, my girls tears on the mattress,
Every time that we went on tour,
And she was

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now
Running with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny
This is the first time I heard a gunshot

me in my feelings and I'm putting in time
And I been a bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mine
I could go and write an album 'bout a topic
Go and drop

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

me
I never would spit this game for free

I'm the T double O, S H O are T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin'

you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"

And this small box that we are

Drop Dead

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

creature on the face of the earth. phooey on you!
S like you would be nothing without me and my kind! we are the future, harry! not you! we don't need you

If Music Could Talk

The Clash

Sandinista!

1980

my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you

the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my

I got a message in a bottle   
Wrote up real nice like
It read retire, and I mean by tonight, tonight
They must've drank out that bottle, so

my life
To be frank with you mom musics kind of like a knife
You cut yourself open to show the world you pain
If they don’t like it they pick apart

it was my bag
Then sadly you ended up addicted to scag
I often used to like to lay on my futon
And listen to your reworking of
Valerie by the Zutons

confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's

You know those first, first days
To where we are now
And we still progressin'
I can't wait to see what's it's like
A couple years from now
You know

looked at my phone yeah
Out in these streets ain't nobody know you
Not in my league y'all still need need a few years
Fuck outta here
Bitch get the fuck

as a babe, coming back down
The other one, bad news, Walter Matthau
It's been
One year since my pops passed
The worst year of my whole life
December 18th, it

album, Grammys next
Fuck all y'all haters bet
Standin' on my money. I'm six three
You already know we livin' the American dream
They call me gatsby,

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What

the comments, it was heartwarmin' n' how much
You made the community, HOG loves you, but try to take it easy
Wouldn't mind gettin' 1 album per 2 years, just keep

I remember one time, back when I was skippin' school 
Me, and crazy Frank, in the Chevy, it was cool 
Flyin' down the road, I was gettin' throwed

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car

Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where