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I've been rapping see na you wey noh dey hear the songs
I've been on the chase since 17 there's nothing I ain't done
Cooking up these bangers wey go make

Bob, drug dealer on the block

So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't

Halle Berry (She's Fine)

Beenie Man

Down South Slangin 59

2009

it back to the top
I'm no amateur
Girl you can give it to me it ain't nothing I can't handle
She just got out of the shower smellin' like a scented

Back Me Up

B.o.B

Underground Luxury

2013

Yea, look, you niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't

belt for myself
So I don't forget the riches
And I don't forget the wealth
I don't need nothing else
I got myself
And it ain't nothing you can tell me

By the age of 15 in 2014
I was rapping to my phone, listening to beats
Recording songs on SoundCloud doing "One Takes"
And if I messed up, I'ma do

dressed in fatigues
Make ill MCs drop to their knees
At a lyrical
delivery by this Taiwanese
Pen game bad and boujee,
it ain't nothing to me
Likewise

America Drinks & Goes Home

Frank Zappa

Mothermania: The Best of the Mothers - 1969

1969

Well it's about time to close
I hope you've had as much fun as we have!
Don't forget the jam session Sunday!
Mandy tension will be by, playing his

and cracked a bottle of dom P
Dog if you my dog if you dog and you mutley
Told them both its nothing if it's something 
You'd trust me  


All registered by

3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking

my way
And I'm about to
Shut down and stop
Giving a fuck about anything oh
Yeah you better get out of my way

10pm the moon shines bright
As I finally

would never be nothing
You deserve it all
In every single way
I'm gonna make sure my niggas get paid
Just remember what I say
I've been going up and you

Like all the screams and the fear
I know you, you like it
Ain't America a hell of a town
Funky-dunky things go down...
The truth then, and nothing but...

And the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken
The music goes all night
And it goes. 

If I were Bob Marley, I'd say "Could you be loved?"

mouth on my oxygen
You need to ghost, roll, bounce, skate
Jam, split, jet, motivate
It’s 2 AM and the bar is closed
It’s 2 PM and the after hours slows

the PM
Post it, I don't see them
Smooth like George Gervin with the finger roll
Ain't dealing with the traffic, so I took the toll
Made by OGs, I got a old

Understandable Smooth

Ras Kass

Van Gogh

Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child

want at least I stand for something
They you see coming but they like to treat you like nothing
Time will tell I felt like title this Sincerely yours

ain't no difference 
You feel me the darkness is revealing 
The pain I'm trying to conceal it 

Do I love it or do it cause they love it 
Nothing good so

to me
If you didn't know now you know
I wish I felt nothing
Find me always running
I wish I felt nothing
Find me always running

She say I don't think

Bob Marley and Ziggy, my niggas we run the city
It's a very thin line, you can candy-paint mine
All I want is Chevys and the best kush I could find

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

and watch the clock
Thirty more minutes till this all stops
And by six pm you can find yourself again

Nothing left, nothing left—
Autopilot, weekend refugee.