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by Cupid
Great credit score but I think
This lil' bitch is stupid
Every bitch turned they back on
Me somewhere in the sewage
Just know if I ever go
I'm

to steal my sanity but they brought it back you living fiction this the art of fact an ancient as a artifact I'm painting like it's art in fact it is dummy

When your flesh is peeled
You are vain with your art
I desire it torn apart
With my insane hunting
The removal of flesh now starts
You mark your skin, it

the gobble is gwaning?
I'm still up at the top of the morning
Going crazy up in duplex
Sugar daddy that's my new flex
And I'm spending your life savings
On all

your lovely feast, only to eat it up
Now we suppin'

I just mind mine, abide by
My own rules, guidelines
Blueprints, white lines
Drove through,

Two Words

Kanye West

Through the Wire

2003

streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto

you (HA-HA-HA-HA)
Maybe it's because he's threatened by my walk and talk
When it'll debut, ensue, and even impact you
This is a war, not just a battle

natural
So she tells Mike she'll pass by after school
Mike's house is nice just like she imagined
On the porch that's Nanna, a little old-fashioned
Nanna

"I've been dead once already
It's very liberating
You should think of it as, uh, therapy"
"Jack, listen maybe we can cut a deal"
"Jack? Jack is dead

when
He was dissing Hopsin for rockin'
Them white contacts, but now this bum crack head
Got the same exact set and pair
And he's wearing them - is he

for today
Is some world domination

If all the world's a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it's cliché
But I say that it's an art
Every deck

they copy US

They gon see
Art of War's in my blood, tread lightly
Be like Lee
Channel Bruce how I live my life, 
I'm a Warrior, living by the code

Got to Do with It

Whats love got to do, got to do with it

We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art

Got to Do with It

Whats love got to do, got to do with it

We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art

Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season
For catching the vapors

Spittin' on ya from

that Tack', White Magic son
Speakin' Sparrow like Jack through the oceans
I ride with the Gyon on its cosmic tone
Gotta tune you
I ain't gotta shoot you

like the blessings standing still
Tired of sending them white doves when the spirits leave the build
So someone stop the film and reveal this isn't

cantaloupe 

Yo’ art gallery is a collector’s piece
I wanna collect piece
Then I could be a peace 
‘Cause

[Bridge: II-IX-O]
You a work of art
You

Clicky Clang Clicky Clang
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clicky yo shout out Lloyd Banks
This is New York Bitch

I could ask you? Rap until your

No Holds Barred

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

house, and it's fulla guns!
I'm down for mine and my choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there ain't no holds barred!

No holds barred
No

porch
Ima Jack boy so I can't eat without my fork
I done stacked a lot of money
Spent it all in court
I got a dollar and a dream but I'm a dollar short

of the
Fine art when it lands
I could treat you right baby let me be your man
The moon is white tonight from all the snow that's in the sky
Blizzards come

whites, sike
Where they hung blacks
Even hung like a black life is a batch, don't come twice
You could light a fire with a thumb swipe but you need

leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
what i strive for is what i live for
infatuated by material things,