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we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill

You been fully captivated by that funky ass

Blunt$ up on your ass, turn you into lava
Hollow tips by your head, go run to your mommy
Identify the virus like an antibody

Roll roll roll away
Roll roll

Large Professor

Main Source

Breaking Atoms

1991

jelling the Profess-or
Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source
Back to break more atoms of course
With the beat no more melodious, votes I surprise folks

the neck, cause her sh*t to dry
Rajon Rondo I carry my 9

And I flock at his chest like dummies
These hollow tip be ripping through vest
He on his way, I just

I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherfucker's coming

on the low-low (it's lit)
I don't mess with your energy (no)
No photos (yeah)
So antisocial, but I don't care (yeah)
Don't give a damn, I'm gonna smoke here

once held
Your absence magnified
By silence that's more felt than heard
You haunt indecently
By absense of a single word
You've left me hollow and alone

[Verse1]

Never had shit,
Fill the hollow point clip
Feel the hollow point tip
As my mind starts to slip
 As my brain hits the floor
 As I try to get

Fly Away

Goodie Mob

Playlist: The Very Best of Goodie Mob

2013

beautiful kids and a wife
He still bent both ways, ain't no due process
For boys that become guls or verse vica
Field niggas control this
Pin the hollow

The Sound Of Silence

Paul Simon

The Paul Simon Songbook

1965

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath

Old Time's Sake

Dr. Dre

Relapse

2009

away from
Who wanna play dungeon?
No one is safe from
In search of a brain surgeon, a great one
Wait, it ain't funny, man
It's urgent, I need one

Troublemaker

Olly Murs

You Know I Know

2018

to stand

Oh whoa, trouble, troublemaker, yeah
That's your middle name, oh whoa
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain

And I wanna know,

down your block

Fuck a drum and switch them hollow tips
Start sticking at your top
Put your hands up in the air
Most high praise to Allah

No time for

after we fucked
Don't know why, girl, it was on the tip of my tongue
Yeah, found someone I'm fallin' for
You hit me back, we're talkin' more now

of regrets      
Ever slightly breathing
No more flow under the skin
Hit by the broken heart syndrome
Become sad souls left to roam
Sad souls left to roam
Tako

copping pies,

Hollow tips go in your legs you can’t run Nigga just drop and die,
Message from da reaper he said let you know he stopping by,

Got me

We are no novice can't contain us
We will rock this 
cause we rap so futuristic like we were taught by spacely
sprockets you got it
Anybody wana test

The Sound Of Silence

Paul Simon

Transmission Impossible

2017

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath

more stripes than me but guaranteed he ain't got more bands
Told her show me a magic trick
Bitch got clapping with no hands
(Aye, aye)
I don't make no

Plague

Hollow graves
Nowhere ever safe
No more names
We do not relate
Take your aim
Die another day
Slow burn, no trace
Sorrow and delay

Melting deep into the heat
Don’t you know? meaning quit
I’m no more digged too deep

Shadows of the sun 
Swallowed the compass of my life
I am broken I’m

the whips
The interior chocolate chip (Ayy)
I got a gun filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Gotta trap, ain't no way I could trip
You know my bitch like

Was it so
Much to ask
for a simple thing like human touch?

Not a chance.
No more rights, no more freedoms
From a world turning to rust.

City

a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
'Cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left