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Drae and 'meer in the back (In the back)
Totin' them semis (Huh?)
I ran up my bag and I'm shoppin' at Fendi (At Fendi)
Ay', ay', ay', ya bitch like J

Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel

faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie

After the Party

John Schumann

Etched in Blue

1987

re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.

I can tell by your eyes that the party is over,
You stood on the warf and you

has no respect and they lack the dues
J you're too harsh on them, they're trying hard my friend
Invite them mane, ignite their flame, we'll give them

a fake
but there she is spotted through rain
jennifer she calls your name 

on the bed, hip displaced
broken nose and a toothless face
but she's alive,

city, no, Mr. Government
But, it's the holidays, everybody broke, so you knowin' that's why it's trouble sent
I'm Rolls Royce ridin', please don't tell

If I Fall

Big K.R.I.T.

Live from the Underground

2012

live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me

I'm right again

He can blame himself. He oughta know by now

You're sipping her cheap chardonnay. No, I ain't no holiday

But I won't fault myself. He

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

Mary Skeffington

Gerry Rafferty

Can I Have My Money Back?

1971

to light the way.

Remember a holiday in a north-of-England town
You slept in a room upstairs on a bed of eiderdown.

Mary Skeffington, when you wake

on full, never weak
We gotta eat, we gotta eat (We gotta eat)
Constantly on our feet
We gotta eat, we gotta eat (We gotta eat)
Don't do days we go by

day hoping I can come around
I'll be sitting by the fire with my boy, yeah
Happy holidays praying for your enjoy

Know I'm wishing you the best dear

on the windows, tires leaving skid marks
Fire stabs in the flesh, mind fades to darks
Machine sounds by the bed. News, Oscar has fled
Police tell it full straight,

the bag want ice on my wrist
Bitch I wanna live not only exist
Holidays near don't ask for a list
Cause Santa's a fake, he cares for the rich
Why them cops

everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days 
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding

want me in bed I be faking my snore 
Soul stay dirty her pedicures soar 
Decorations I be touching the cores 
Keeping up score 
Keeping my kd, Parry

la nuit avec le feu
Burn me down till I'm nothing but by myself
And I can squeeze you whoa
I just woke up in the wrong bed
(Hell)
Walking away got

acid, that acid
That acid, that acid
That acid, that acid
She shot my heart like a drive-by
I always turn red whenever she says hi
I wanna show her I'm

Hit me up
Be like hey wassup now
I say nothin much
Do you wanna hang out
Grab my weed and we roll a couple j’s
Yeah we smokin through the day now

I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her

Merry Christmas From the Whole Fam Damily [Bonus Track]

Cledus T. Judd

Just Another Day in Parodies

2000

Chia Pet
MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair
By her sister Ethel who never fought fair

Let's get ready to tumble!!!!!!!

The children all

the shit myself so ion really give a fuck
Keep the blade next to my bed right next to my gun

Im in a war that im losing
I feel so lost somebody tell me what

Its such a silent night, an unholy night
Where this demon goes out to play to bring your holiday a fright!

And you know who it is, it's The Grinch