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Borough Check

Digable Planets

Blowout Comb

1994

tapes, yeah, forever

Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time

I really want Montero , cause he got all the figures (he got em)
I really want a mansion that's held up by seven pillars
That just went over y'all

I put my back to the wall
Wait by the phone if you happened to call
Be there to catch you - you happened to fall
Wish all this shit never happened

a hundred miles flying up from the Atlantic
If we ride away it gotta be to outer space
I got all my opps by the bottom of the lake
And I ain't even have

Down

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

We're off to build another planet (ay)
See a ship and then we're really goin' savage (ay)
From the home, we was lost in the Atlantic
I wouldn't make

Yeah Ya Know (Takers)

T.I.

Ghetto Commandments

The only time you will ever see me free (whoa)
Big money J, much as you can get for it?
Atlantic Records say just make another hit for me
I tell 'em cut

don't I can, bro
Cause our helmets aren't Equipped with radios and headphones
Better remember what was Told by Bart Starr
He boutta throw it
This is

good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily bread
The hallowed be our domain
For ever and ever the powers use their glory
To chain our minds

eat papayas
I'm on Atlantic Ave chicken and shrip fried from Myas
Swea they ain gone see me coming blowing right by them
If i tell you what's finna

uh huh
G4
uh huh
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine

took time to pass A newfound dawn, a newborn wind And winter left before the welcomed spring  Through years of resistance Where I rarely felt whole Long

Balenciaga Amiri Jeans and Bally Shoes
 Emline, Casablanca, Gucci and Lou
The type of time in New Orleans when we slide through 
Polo down or McQueen

Yeah Ya Know (Takers)

T.I.

We Run This, Vol. 5

2010

The only time you will ever see me free (whoa)
Big money J, much as you can get for it?
Atlantic Records say just make another hit for me
I tell 'em cut

holy
These rappers are phony and lonely
I catch 'em coming out of show me's
I don't Oscar or admire they baloney
No phony, I spit for the time from

Talkin That Talk

DJ Ideal

Da Bottom, Vol. 4

2005

To Me Now
Pussy Niggas Like To Hide, Drop A Bomb And Surprise
Tired Of Lettin Niggas Ride, Gave Em To Many Times
I'm Sick Of Tryin, Sick Em ??? Flippin

given you a life to starr
Ohyeyeye
Roll with me, yeah roll with with with Loord

It's all a play you should've known
That the way we make, it's all a road

in the middle of doubts
Not even the clouds are my limits
Not even a limit

Poems be written til my last breath
Takin no time to explain 
The situation

by the sand
Lift me up
No rocket man
I just kid
You can hold me down
Trynna cop a wave
Baby cop a tan
Whippin down in the city right by the sea
You can

Uh
Fuck with a soul that's damaged
I don't need Atlantic
Make my music cuz I go through it
You see my life ain't tinted
I ain't shit I do admit it
I

beginnings
claim we blood and you hang with the enemy
Need a new whip for the fast life
Hit the curb turned to a crash site
Name two times but he never ask

My name is Oliver Queen, for 5 years I was stranded
On an island, miles away from the Atlantic
That's what I said when they asked my story
But,

and glancing
You know when you walk in the room
You light everything up girl your vibe is enchanting
Got a bond that's as deep as Atlantic
You put up with my

you lying I can tell yeah I got no pain
Sinning, sipping liquor by the gold goat lane
Tryna take a second, gonna make a couple enemies
I got all these

Fayette County teen after he was hit and killed by a suspected drunk driver
Russell Logan, just 16 years old, a student at Starr's Mill High School