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Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

a mexican, took X again
want sex again
Jot it down, it was told to me
by that boy, A.K.A. The P-O-E

[Hook] - 4X

[Verse Two]
Deep in ya brain, the nigga you

They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like

want the sauce? Have you
Ever seen a pig fly?
You put your trust in her
Don't you know that every bitch lie?
I don't want the steak if the
Rice with it

So it seems, I'm a GFG nigga so elite
The president, do shit diffrently
Fuck Trump, fuck Hillary, Vote for me
Got yo bitch all over me
She want me

on to this

All of this pain, you hide it inside
When you have no voice, they silence your cries
I don't want to say my final goodbyes to you
But don't bring

the Melanin 
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss 
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit 
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant 
Don't

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

meet again"
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And drill your nut sack to the seat your in
You want props? You don't deserve it,

the traction
Two of us are ten of you
The fuck you think you gonna do?

I rap, not speak, I am the free
I grab the mic, release the truth
A ruthless piece

reaction!
Mr. Stuart: Oh, that's good, that's very good.
Hey, I'm lost where are we? Chapter 2, page 5... 

Reproduction, reproduction!
Put your pollen tube

This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,

The rhymes I could be spitting

Like you lost your virginity
The half sex
Aww I wouldn't feel bad for you
Cause you didn't even try to treat this girl right

The Reaper

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

buttons
faggots that's good for nothing always want to prove there something
your mother had to carry you for nine months
but I could bury you by squeezing

It's your normal day
And this is the Ceianna Bop
Let's get into it
Daddy says, daddy balls
Yeah
Ceianna bopping i'm punching my head
Take yo ass

Let's Ride

Choclair

Now 5

bet against Chizz-nocks
Count your loss
See I don't care what you think or say

What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ
Dissed by who, six

With the way your love is declared
Just something about HIVER
Gonna always keep me there

You're the only ghost in town I see
Too numb when you're not by

in hell though
But I'll make it back home
Wait, ride the lonely road
Ay, my shit automatic
I don't want the static, motherfucker I'm too grown
Too

'm insisting that you sit it out
The crowd's getting so loud and so wild seems he done did it now
Ooh child, resistance is futile
I'm flying to your town

Men of Respect [Album Version]

Kasino & The Lox

Nasty Girl

1998

your man what I said, fucking with Dreads 
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds 
Lock me up, your little ass copied up 
Had the whole East Side

drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped

drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped

Since they enslaved us 
Nowadays I pray more and don’t say much
Just let my work speak 
That’s when your phone ring off the hook
Like you got work for

Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense

the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you

[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you

freedom I think is greater than expression,This freedom I want to say is thought,It is larger than borders like two wings to fly,
(sipahi)Turkey
You can't