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Refugees on the Mic

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in

as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?

How Do U Want It

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?

wanna chill with a rizla
Smoking on an instagram pic, No filter
I be going brick by brick
Listening to B.O.B, No builder
Getting waved in one of the ways

slow down
Head up in the clouds, ain't no comin' down
Like a Wild West wind blowin' wherever it goes
Don't get me wrong, no I ain't runnin'
Just a gypsy

ain't even seen the block.
Go ahead rock back and forth let your head bob.
Non-stop, you can let your leg rock.
 Put some swag in it, back and forth put

Turn it on like a light switch I know my bitch might pitch
In another direction
I'm popping up like erections
She wanna fuck in a Lexus
But really

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

in Montgomery Village
Back in Maryland I was living in my sister's basement
Then some shit happened, you know, she kicked me out, it was Christmas

over my junk
We can smoke some trees and get drunk
I'll put on some Bing Crosby and P Funk
Is it me or has the fire got us hot
Like the handjob you gave

pimples
It’s a tough go for sure
Dreamin’ ‘bout a whole world tour
The shot’s heavily contested
Challenge readily accepted
Oh
Watch me switch up my flow
You

its the american way
Paper by any means
No one can stop me n***a
Catch me on the scene
Like I'm the poppa n***ga
Paper by any means
Im all about my

Cutting all ties shake em off me
Serve it when it's cold
Sydney Crosby
You ain't got drive
You a itty bitty baby
Get a car seat
Cooking in the lab

beckons at night's door
I harken back to time spent on its fair shore
Encompassed by its warm embrace
A soothing breeze upon my face
My gypsy spirit, it

heavy weight
if it happened for a reason, I’m the reason, it ain’t fate
ring the belly on my celly, go on call me for that re up
cook it in the booth

that gypsy caravan runnin' to and fro
You'll stop for a while then you pick up and go, baby
That's how you show your love to me
That's how you show

that gypsy caravan runnin' to and fro
You'll stop for a while then you pick up and go, baby
That's how you show your love to me
That's how you show

Hey, you know it's 1AM up in Long Beach, you know, 562
You know, Ricardo told me to get on this shit so
Shout out Ricardo and shout out Gillbee, my

in the summer 
So you know im hot 
Heart from Arctic
Cuz my be shit snowing
My Brain came from Kylie 
Cause it's always storming 
My lips from

standing in the rain
And I don't wanna hold on

But something's telling me to hold on
I just don't want it to go wrong
Baby where we go wrong-ong

I wanna

The Bells of Notre Dame

David Ogden Stiers

The Hunchback of Notre Dame [Original Soundtrack]

1999

Because you know, they don't ring by themselves (they don't?)

No, silly boy
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
Lives the mysterious bell

You take me up into a sordid heaven, a soft space of wet choirs and fizzing stars.
There, in your eyes, I find burning angels, and a pack

but I need you
You know it's you who calls me back here
Oh I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I

need you
You know it's you that calls me back here baby

Oh I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I

(They can't afford it)
They were talking shit telling me I wouldn't
Be able to do it
By the look on their face, I can tell that they're mad
And there