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the ring and it's time again now to roll the dice
A sea of stares slicing through me, straight cold as ice
Facing forward's a panel of cats, old and white
I

no hoe 
Bitch yeah 
I’m getting my bread 
I don’t care bout no bitch 
Fuck the feds, I’m just getting head 
By a bitch named 
Lucy 
I’m on my boosie

Intro: Instrumental (8 Bar’s)...

Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
I been in a strong winter sleep frozen by snow,
The icy flow so cold you’ll get

in my presence 
Thinking I’m soft done turned me into a lethal weapon
 Ima king amongst peasants 
This the rap rapture,
Taken this shit by force son

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

White and Matt McDougall
My first manager was Derek Lejeune and that lasted one afternoon 
But he got me my first show at a place called Café Au Lait

it
No, the idea is that you always have a little bit of fear
Like you have to just keep at it
You know it's a day by day
Call your grandma go light

White Lion)
¿Qué pasó, cabrón?
Mera dime, Foreign
Mera indica, Mix, en los puto' controle', ¿oíste?

hope to see another year
Where i can see the children live with no fear
Loving my life like it's near
And if I see a white man, then best believe he is

solitudes,
While Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas,
Or often journeying landward for in truth
Enoch's white horse, and Enoch's ocean-spoil
In ocean-smelling

home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's

another white boy who went and tatted himself
I pierced my nose, started screaming
Whatever will sell
No matter what you do, your in sales for selling

como es esto
Yo Jaime
The Rottweila Inc
Y El Principe, Cosculluela
The White Lion
Hey yo, con calma
Dímelo Vicente, ¿qué lo que?
Cosculluela

deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I

a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining

knew it
Can't nobody tell me how to make the music
Bitch, I rarely ever get influenced
I stay by myself cause I don't fuck with humans
But I came up with

It's the latest, homie Lately, we ain't even been debatin' on it
We some niggas tryna get rich, and outlast they opponents
Movin' smooth with the white

We did everything collectively. Down to videos, down to, you know, what songs come out, we talked about sequencing, albums, artist signing,

While havoc wreakin' like my cologne, It's gettin' strong
But it's fragrantly desired by dishonorable foes
Think they took over a home
'Cause the land we

People Like Me

K'NAAN

Troubadour

like me

I guess, I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no

all in ya ears when you hear it
It's all in the notes and the lyrics
Just call me a goat by my appearance
Mmm but I just really don't see it
Until I get

for my land
White man killed off my ancestors
Now they coming back to go again
Tryna stand up
But they always got us with our hands up
Now they tryna

también e' la cura
Mi delirio y también mi tortura, yeh

White Lion

descended down from Vanna White
Life's fast, take time to smell the roses, Bama life
Listen to my old shit, pat myself on the back, damn I'm nice
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