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Gore-geous!?!
Furniture is Feng shui
Dead bodies set the flow
Don't I live Gore-Geous
Don't I live Gore-Geous
Blood dripping off my face
And off my clothes
Don't

county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad

to this day is the whole truth

[Jolie Holland:]
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

[Sage:]
I heard her chemical romance was a medical

It's a rainbow insect, do you know what I mean
It comes from the tropics, it's a mellow pest
It lives amongst the poppies and ganja, the best
Fed by

the creek, left for dead, touched on when they pass us by

Black girl, Black woman, Black mom, 
Black wife, in your home, at the job
Black strife, I know you

I Hate U

Kendrick Lamar

The New West 2

2013

wonder
Why you love people that love people that do right?
Is it rocket science to you, or is it just your type?
One of my biggest fears
Is waking up

This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting

let me tell it
Eighth wonder of the world is me
Hip hop ain't dead, he was lost, just searching for me
The rap game holy grail, I come to tip scales

Money Dance

The-Dream

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer

I'll die by this
To hotwire my drive you need at least nine lives
So get to dying my G
If you need help I'll kill you five times
Cuz I'm nice guy
This

December 4th

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten

December 4th

Jay-Z

The Black Album

2003

by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten

am in, I hardly have any choices
It's like an open book in my head, spilling all the voices
Telling me this is okay, this is how I have to live

and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...

I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I

hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go

Come in the place, a lot of hoesd 
Get the fuck out my face, I gotta go
The pain that I live is hard to show
Gotta walk in the streets in armor clothes

wanna ride
Rather talk about it, Internet
Don't nobody
Wanna live or wanna die
Don't nobody wanna ride
Plan on it
Everybody getting money in your hood

feed all I ever see's twerkin'
Couple bad women on my line hit 'em in the DM's 
First thing they wanna ask for is a Birkin
Gotta be a sign like Adam

money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash

Way down in the hollow,

Loving yourself is the new move it's called romance 
I love on myself everyday
I'm my own number one fan 
And I'm not even playin 

Live your life like you

Hand of the Dead Body

Ice Cube

Best Hip Hop Anthems Ever

1999

the hand of the dead body

Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's

me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say

he look at my bitch
Fuck his wallet, man
We taking his bitch
Light him up like birthday cake in this bitch
Black parade, throw some bouquets in this

Niggaz in Trouble

Juvenile

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

the slugs out 
Love don't live here anymore 
I artillery dog 
Came wit many foes 
Spend ya benz is twenty slow 
Get to tha house kick in tha door 
You