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got older
I had to fight them off
And now these times are over
You see this house is not a home
Because you know that it's a rental
Need a land without

chasing this chess's cause I know it's gon bring me more bitches
Mom say face your fears I face that shit by hustling EVD when I was a kid we got no dvd
I

that get the house up, that brick talk
Nah, when they flip it, the 36, that brick talk

Nah, we gotta be doin' we ill, that's that sick talk
Cold beans

The mind such a terrible thing to waste
And I don't even know what to think today
We all got American dreams to chase
Forty acres an a mule they

She say we goin up town I say its fine wit me 
I tell her time flies by when she's next to me
I say
Baby girl dont lie to me
T-T-Tell me what you

completely unseen.

cnd now I can see it comin',
I can feel the rhythm drummin',
cnd I don't let it over-become me.

I've been livin on a dream (funky funky

watchin' over you

I'm the whisper in the breeze you don't hear
The one who dries your tears when you're alone my dear
In the daylight I'm just a face it's

like a camera, 
Don't need no props for stickin to the script
Feel like its 2nd season of Atlanta 
but its 410 up in this bitch 
stomp wit the big dawgs

Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!

Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler

implosive

Like a page in a book, yo ass got flipped over
Trick or treat, it's only treats in the hustle
Middle of October, see you trying to rap like me

easy when tha whiskey runnin dry
when you dependent on the spirits and forever haunted by another chemical
Reaction is surrender
and nobody understand it

rent in Brunswick
Black clouds over Shenzhen by Western decree
We blame the Middle Kingdom for a carbon footprint we
Fitted the shoe for back in nineteen

Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!

Don't tell me that it's ?
Baby boy, you on the grind,

prison brutality, a whole wastage of human creativity
That is why we are against it

Politician, hush don't make a sound
Been oppressing us, couple

the ghost that will dominate this place
One by one I will take you to my heaven
Where I'm the queen and you're my slaves

You wouldn't understand it
The pact

to
You said forget about you
Take my hand
Hold it tight until we're old
Don't leave me dancing on my own
Im in a glass house throwing stones
All alone
I'll

goes by
Ready or not
Give up the funk
Never gonna give it
Never gonna see it
Time goes by
Give up the funk now
Sittin’ in this bouncing house
How’d they

Welcome to my mind, welcome to my room 
This is where it starts, this is where it booms 
Welcome to my not so safe house 
You may have loved me if

The Jack Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

"In this country a man's home is his castle"

I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that

I take the pills before I sleep from a bottle by my bed
Two that help me breathe, one for the monster in my head
And I don't really like my job, but

The Jack Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

"In this country a man's home is his castle."

I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that

lyric whole here, it's time to lurk on the miracle, out of my dreams
Wake up and start to take up and take it over, don't break, for fuck's sake, how long

to chill when the club is crowded
But these dudes drink the liquor down daily by the gallon, wondering why their license ain't valid

We got drink over here,

The sun has barely made its way up yet he's up and dressed and moving out
He looks back and casts his eyes over his house in darkness that he leaves