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private, staying silent
Kids are trafficked to government islands
Sick of it all, the alien war
Watch what I do when I catch them all
Is it time for

catch em my way then I got em
Wait let's go
Smoking on shit you can't handle
Swear I can't stay out the yo
Say I'm back in this bitch like a rear view

Cannon

T.I.

Live from the Trap

2007

Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet

yelling out for me
I'm not good at picking up signals, can you spell itout for me
Winning by a Long-shot, there's not much I can do
I'm on a rampage like

A state of mind that could redefine
Get out of yours and tap into the network
Universal laws that have no flaws
Transfer realities and be your cause
What's

powers
And then run away all sour
Catching sun rays by the hour
Watch the fall of the towers
Oh boy oh boy oh boy let's go
You ain't running while I'm in

at the click
Boy, you a bitch, and yeen shot that blick
All in traffic wit ya she bitch eat on the dick
Catch em in traffic, watch your brain go split

Catch em

ima get what i want boy  Windy roads on the mountains I had to see it all  From the city of poverty had to be it all  We look out to the stars

I'm mixed with that lethal combination with trust
I've only scratched the surface, what's underneath this verses
The feeling of a young boy lost,

and you started running what was that for
I feel like you taking the backdoor out of the situation/by apologizing
You looked in my face and you started

Wig Out

Pete Rock

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah) 
Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh) 
Now you got a crush, makin' dames want to blush

trouble ‘cause they know that this our year
Bitch shout out them KuKu twins, you know they get you sitchy
Fuck what them boys talking ‘bout, they know we

student 1
I can't think of shit
I don't know what to paint y'all
But the universe where I do me I ain't y'all
Candy coated ride I'll let the paint fall

Doesn't matter what they think
All these bitches on my tape
Watchin things that I say
Flyin' em out to the bay
Show em the place that I stay

Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score

to wipe the scene 
Like asteroids and the dinosaurs
I’ll pull my blade out when they asking 
What I’m rhyming for
And have it digging deeper than a DJ

don't catch a shot kid (Uhh)
I'll spin the block kid, i got them pocket rockets (Pocket rockets)
Somebody tell 'em chill, i'm a show 'em whats real (Uh)

by white sheets 
So with that being said means my city never sleeps 
Out on the streets

And yes we
You catch me 
And they be 
And they be 
And always

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in

have to tell you
Bout the laws we abide in
But I’ll never ever tell on
What the guys did
Respect that
Or catch a blitz
From the far end
Right outside

care ab a postcode war 
My opps know I'm about 
U could catch me in the south 
Deptford shelling shows again 
I like it in the night 
Baddies out

Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos

Sepultura

Revolusongs

2003

the government
My plan said I had to get out and break north
Just like with Oliver's neck
I had to get off, my boys had the feds in check
They couldn't do

can't snap out
Has my everything, I'd hold it down
She's my everything I can't live without
Tried to reclaim who I knew, who is she now
Tell me what did I

than the next
A young boy driven mad by his love for his exes
Who guessed it?
Not a soul on Earth could've been close to me
But each experience brought