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walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for

destined to be 
Every record released It's a blessing to see 
Taking time to make sure that a message is found
Had to put my album down to develop the sound

Step Off

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Grandmaster Flash and Sugar Hill

2005

in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.

The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy

of tricks
Had to work a lot
Because people couldn't see my plot
Yea went from nothing to something
But all night yea
Was always fighting
Yea
Lost soul
Lost

sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly

people
Doing their 9-to-5
Step up and be that warrior
Use your blessing and be the provider
Don't you fall for them
Cheap tricks and some dirty lies
I'm

About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad

when you burn out, or learn of another source

But of course, external motivation's a cheap trick

What does it all matter if it's less or more the same

a bonus 

A year went by so I gave up waiting 
Moved in with Johnny's sister 
A German call girl with a wooden leg 
Specialising in one-legged tricks 

He

in the asphalt


We sculpt from the mud, we are our happiness,

not noticing the trick

After we complain about bad luck

And that the fault

Realizin' my dreams

Kissin' the pacific sky
The purple haze brain remain open
To changin' tides
I desire knowledge by nature
Word to Aristotle
My nature's

feel them
My lil' ho', she know a hundred tricks, like Matilda
And on my strip, we took over shit, like the pilgrims (woo)

Butcher comin', nigga,

Homeboyz

2Pac

Thug Revolution

2011

fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)

That's right, you

Guess it's cool
So into you
Like Fab and Tamia
Might do a four page verse
That's word to Aaliyah
For me that's a cheap thrill
Like that song by sia
My

fits in truth and in the same moment?
Discernment blurring when a passion got a hold of man
A magnet tryna rope em in, The trick is never know the end
No

work because he's fucking Spidey! 

Spiderman doesn't look right
He looks like cheap ass!
Spidey wearing the nike shoes
I can see in the fucking BVDs

Jello

C-Rayz Walz

Definitive Jux Presents, Vol. 3 [Bonus DVD]

2004

a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not

real
We got one trick Andy on the beat, give me another song
You know what I want? a 30 track album, I'll hold you to it
When Donald said, "what's

Smoke in Da' Air

Magoo

Welcome to Our World [Clean]

1997

gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you win forty
Six be a damn point
Roll

than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink

of the reefer
I get em' both for the cheap
Can't fuck with no nigga that's weak
Cant put no trust in no freak
All of my nigga they street
We pulling up with

pride 

Let it roll 


I’m surrounded by liars 

and thieves on the loose

Friends asking favors 

with tricks in their shoes 

Crawling through

Experience
I Am Visited by an Editor and a Poet
The Mexican Girls the New Place
Conversation in a Cheap Room
I Was Born to Hustle Roses Down
The Avenues

veins 
You created your sin 
Blackened by greed 
Of your sick twisted need
Can never take back 
All you've discarded of me
You took all the smiles