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Let's Get It

Diddy

The Saga Continues

2001

inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city

a major place
In a major city, that's my validation
Checks and balances I gotta fix my calibration
Shed tears when I put the pen to the pad
Rapping my

my ill thoughts
There's a bomb that's stuck in my head, I always hear it go "tic toc"
I feel like the crazy monster created by Alfred Hitchcock
Murder,

I do is drivebys with pens
As long as the world spin, y'all know how I do
So it’s out with the old and in to the new
Whether your eyes are wide open,

heart broken
She destroyed him too
All alone I thought that was it
But no I felt a strange presence
And that girl was shot into pieces by a young woman in

[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats

he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did
'Cause he learned, "Give it up or get fucked in turn, homie"

I

cheating
There's something wrong with being a tyrant
There's something wrong with winning unfairly
All of those things are bad
You should be a monster

I am dragger that is by nature
Niggas beside me like we are neighbors
Tryna go far as the hustle gone take us
Need the green paper with the blue

Plant a weapon on his body, hope no cameras are recording
You're sickening
You're not a human being
You're a monster given flesh by the powers that be

monster on a short leash, as many as I could hold in
I used to have blond curls, when I was younger, only knee high
Mom says all along I've had the same big

'm destined to be the greatest of my bloodline
So if my life was being televised
Every episode would be another sacrifice
Another life destroyed by love, yeah,

as sick
Thoughts of remaining unsigned like Collin Kaepernick
cfter being dropped by the 49ers
In one night I could probably battle like forty rhymers
I

the vault
Their not wanting thy monster
With all the shit that I conjure
Yes I know from Aus they say that’s where all the cons are
Guess I was conned into

6PM In New York

Drake

If You're Reading This It's Too Late

2015

to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that

Joe Hill

Billy Bragg

Don't Mourn - Organize!: Songs of Labor Songwriter Joe Hill

1990

more than the cold copper ore
Cause he feared that he was being framed
Cause he found out that he was being framed
Oh, strange are the ways of western

medieval strangers
Being resembled by the made up gods
Gotta make a big sacrifice with ma own fucking blood
I’m walking on this pale road
Too many dark

none
I really recommend the lifestyle with the big funds
I'm tryna give my kids the easy life in the big sun
I'm knighted by the finest in my city now

Me when I do it, they stupid
They don’t realize my love
I look into my eyes like my love, God
If I ever had a girlfriend
She would mean the world to me

makes the world's skin crawl
I can be the last human being that you call
I can be the future baby I can do it all
I can be the sunset, sky and the fall
I

the bars
I inform by being formless
As you shed layers like a piece of paper
Denuding yourself from the illusion of reflection
Finding the self by entering

and the world seems smaller
Equal to none
But our lives are stuck in virtual time
You are the 1 the number one
You push and pull like waves of electrons
Centuries

hip hop started in the Bronx
Who would though a O-City nigga be on top
You was born in a big city I call that lucky
See me n my niggas hungry we want

poetry
And yet and still I can’t because my people are walking around blind
Living our pseudo-lives pretending to be rich while our neighborhoods are being