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Walk It Out [Remix; Bonus Track]

OutKast

Beat'n Down Yo Block [Bonus Track]

2006

the king in the parkin' lot, forever
Not saying I'm the best but till they find something better
I am here no fear write me a letter 'till then
I walk it

spent a couple years, piss clear
I couldn't even tell when I went
Man I welcome all the hell that I see
Zeus fucks with me, it's like I declare celibacy
I

in bed
With no covers
Such hooligans
Tell me who made these rules up
Such foolishness
Side show
This is Mac Dre
Gettin stupid
Bitch
I just want

a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just

it like I live it, I'm always on that pivot
Don't compare me to these lames, cause you know we something different like
Don't compare me with these

Whoa shawty don't you deny it
It feel like we flying
Whatever you want, want
You know I can provide it

Pulling up to Story after Mr. Jones (oh!)

Burning Hell

John Lee Hooker

Specialty Profiles

2006

my grave, nobody know where I'm going
Ain't no heaven, ain't no hell
When I die, nobody tell

Hey hey, hey hey
Deacon Jones, pray for me

I

Burning Hell

John Lee Hooker

The Best of Hooker 'n Heat

1996

my grave, nobody know where I'm going
Ain't no heaven, ain't no hell
When I die, nobody tell

Hey hey, hey hey
Deacon Jones, pray for me

I

if you're a friend (Don't let me fall)
Send a note to those who care (Tell me you care)
Say "I feel isolated here"
So sing my name to seraphim
And hold

know my name george
When I walk through the door
I'm so tired of all these bitches tryna to fucking be me
They're either jealous or just wanna fucking be

something to bill
Invoice in the mail I, need it back quick
Muddy stones, and all of 'em hit
None of 'em stick, tell me who can stop me
It'll take God
Fuck

Just need you to tell me we're alright, tell me we're okay

'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you

flee Cocaine is buttery, tear like your teeth
I don't like bein' around people that's weak They might go tell the police where I be
Fuck on the plug, now

the station on rock FM
When I hear Curtis Lowe we'll turn it up to 10
Yeah thats how I roll
I like country with rock n roll

Play me something on the radio
Play

jeans
I told her blow it, like her nose was running
What you hatin’ me for fam
Get some hoes or something
Niggas know me for twisting a whole ki
Fuck

me as I Cruise
Like Tom through the slums
Where the education's poor and
The children growing dumb
In the section of the city
Where saditty's don't

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

can like, get behind a mic
And I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out
Or where it comes from
Trip me out sometimes

Because it's spirits,

a thing
(Elijah McClain, Cynthia Wesley)

But I won't ask no questions
I just trust the universe will take us where we need to go
But I don't know it's

get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we

get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we

as described in Charlottesville (Uh-oh)
But I'm not supposed to say that, right?
Cause the last man to say that hates blacks, right?
But I don't know that I

that they up to something
They tell me they love me
But I never feel it
They up to something
Im getting the money regardless
You know that Im up

Where Did We Go Wrong

Dondria

Dondria vs. Phatfffat

2010

the worse
Baby let me know something, 'cause I don't understand
I love you and I'm willing to fix this any way I can
But you gotta tell me what's goin'

fragile
We're aware
Quite acutely
And I know
All he wants
Chance to prove it
Absolutely
Mister Jones