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of rap nigga
And this here my space

Its Lil B
God Of rap - welcome to the first level
You've completed i feel a new Based level -
Forgive me for all

bro, close em
Money been the issue for a while now
Hungry in the kitchen, I'm a raw child down by 50 cents
Headed straight to the bank with this

Promise

Glizzy Awesome
Kick it at the Thompson
I just let the Ice talk
I don't even rock ice
Hockey puck I'm sliding by
Feeling like I'm Ove 
They thought this was

Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by

born to shine
Not much I possess
All I got is this
Hopes, and dreams, thought by now I'd be rich
While many called it quits, I came to grips
I got a gift

was part of my rap’s material, 
My mama & nana gave me the best, they made me feel imperial, 
Kingly, heavenly, uplifted by two strong women, 
I watch

know me?
If lately It feels like I don't know me
You gon' end up 6 feet under, but just know it happens either way
Lose yourself, and lost the map,

chh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay-beeee!!
That's right, this is called The Basement!
cnd my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this..

From the Heights,

sick wit this rap stuff I'm ready to sneeze
I'm a smooth criminal you should call the police
Cuz I'm lovin on yo chick not about to release
Nahh, I ain't

I've been chilling by myself and not with anyone
I've been geeking off a pill girl this a heavy one
And i've been moving quick because my time is getting

turn on the scum
They've ruined relations, made us loyal to their nations
They fuel pure hatred, its time for payback
It's time to state that
This way

some more
Didn't think the chick I called baby was a child
Child by her brain getting two way
Drinking cool-aid it's Tuesday, so girl tell me who today

you cause
I feel that your feeling man

Ay call me MJ
The way I'm bout to spit some heat
The be ducking TKF
Cause they don't know
I'm on the beat
Is

on how I feel
These e-mo-tions just feel too real
Stains on my heart from all this ink I spill
These city lights just be too bright
Writing melodies got me

You're the Top

Joyce Breach

Confessions

1991

parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.

You're the top!

alone to lift
Myself up from the ground while you wanted Fernie's dick
You told me I was crazy
When I called on your shit
But who was right, all this time

Ayy, ayy, ayy, oh yeah
This ain't no pressure when I hop on the beat, I'ma wreck em
Told her I just wanna love, don't want stressin' I'ma give you my

Got a fatal wound
Cut clean to the bone
I should have known
It ended this way
I got some things to remember you by
It brings a tear to my eye
I know

And I know my memory ain't right
But I know what you like, woah
I can feel it from your vibe
So let me give it to you in the worse way
Baby, I got charm

(Don't Blink)
We taking it by force
With hostile intentions
Hostile
Hostile, yeah
(Hostile)
(Councel)
(Hostile) 
(Hostile)
You don't know left from

Something fishy with her cadence
Go to the beach, I ain’t drawing no names in the sand
Way I put my tote on this is just a fling
Staying down, going outside,

when holding in how you feel,
Talking Champagne by the cases,
in a motion will I spill,
With words made of diamonds,
But your lips are sealed.

(Female)

equipped
never fake and
only to the purest
That\'s amazing
the way I get you dazed With
only thoughts Be paper
chasin after
you who claimed
this but in fact

a pelican that nods his head
While looking around at this world, I'm not impressed
Uninterested, too much drama that spreads like infected mamas
Do you love