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my ass off,
taking them heads off,
getting the bread,
Cancel the trash,
demand the best,
honor the breast,
not the mouths that it feeds, it's

Know How

Young MC

The Dance Years: 1989

2009

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

Know How

Young MC

Good Times 2

2001

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

Angels with Dirty Faces

Diddy

Forever

1999

'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my

Blacked out windows 
They roll with the blick

Dark room
No lights
I'm charged 
Catching a vibe
Grew up around beef
We ain't letting it slide
Raised by

alright, I promise
I'm being real honest
Just listen to this album with me
And I'm alright, I promise
I'm just being honest
You might be the best thing about

two-dimensional
Supremacy fantasy

The new millennium quickly passes me by
It's as if
It marked Year Zero
And we've been moving backward
Since the Year 2000

This

to think about it
Positivity and prosperity, their best friend name is clarity
And she is as tight, she is as tight as insincerity
Think of the vehicle

Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!

Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi

About the album:

""8 centavos e vários nada""

You Don't Want It

Tech N9ne

The Box Set

2009

that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

like a steering wheel

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) The best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama

Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck

Take a step back, I ain't makin no sense
Y'all actin weird, I walk in it get tense
Drop a hundred albums, y'all gon' want me like some fans
Only want me

worst fear resides 
Where your best fantasy thrives 
Time for the stars to align 
Let death take them by surprise 

I’ma walk with the fire 
Tear down

would cheer
His fans would sell out all of the theaters
Of course changing direction
He'll make something to mention Making the best rap album of all time

children,

Zombies controlled
By their screens,

Live with no empathy,
Betray their best friends
For the P’s,

I stay on my Qs,
Like a quarter of weed,
Give

on my flow
Zombies, straight fuckin' it up my bitches
As you fuckin up what you be lovin it up
I be fuckin up guts, straight knuck and buck

The night

makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them

die 

Any game that I play is for keeps 
Alexander wang legs hang out the jeep 
Pistol by the pillow so I’m safe when I sleep 
What’s anybody saying all

On December 25th know
Imma be there
Imma be there
Imma be there
If there's presents by the tree then
Imma be there
Imma be there
Imma be there
So get

and they don't
And I'm the fucking best ima say it cause they won't
This is my album
My album
I wanted this shit more than anything in the world
I'm here now

would come raining on down
Turning up the volume on my little town

You know it'd
Bring to mind that radio high
With the waves passing by
And the songs

album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's

the best of my intellect

Flashback time when I ran by blocks
Had no choice but to think bad thoughts
Way back then when I called no shots
Now when they move