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real
Confident of your lyrical content, having mass appeal
Less promotional airplay getting jerked by bootleggers
Having classic albums, not platinum

finding flaws

What if they say I'm not Hiphop enough, when this drops
They spit, gosh, the disc jocks are rough
I'm pissed off when list tops are kid songs

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking

money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever

when going up against me I see that
You wanna make a threat don't even test me 
Just wanna get an album out play to a crowded house 
with a name that

Well, here we are face to face
Waited for months but your plans got in the way
So I’m happy we can talk or at least just me
Cause I can tell by your

to dispose of the body
And leave it in the front of the house
Where the spouse
Will find her husband and be in doubt
But hey, that's a story for another time

Coffee Shop

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

a little lookie
Hit the green house, too crowded
Just checked out the entry
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century

Coffee Shop stop we found

clear that we
Are less important that Grammy's
And we are really glad to see that
Your life without us is happy
You bough a house with
Some rap money,

so i can change this game
By rapping so i can get the fame
All of my work nigga are pretty lame
There's no one gets to know my name
But I keep going i

on long
These hands are much too tight

Yes she slips, there she slides
Here she comes and there she flies

She said she'd travel by my side 
Unless death

You

Wes Carr

101 Dads: The Noughties

2018

Could have Guitars that I have never played, 
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow

we sold fiends them caps
Now the beats claim tax cause they heat like packs
Fresh off the conveyer like new tarmacs
Grew up in a house where the walls

the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album

the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album

legends, the mirror on the wall
Hater’s in the room, you know who you are
You where on the top but I’m watching you fall
Drop in  album, I got you in awe
Now

I don’t wanna be alone no more
I don’t wanna be alone no more
I’m tired of waking up alone
Is this house really a home
Winter has come
And it is here

the jungle, turn you to spaghetti

Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how

friend now
Now you're hanging at my house with paint on your face
And a real tight blouse.
It's not time for the G-friend and I must admit to you
I'm so

that this album might just promote me to greatness
Now I'm innovating, elevating my state of mind
Laying bars like building houses, my estate of rhymes

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They

So many z's, but no one's dreaming
Come to the house
You gonna get roasted
Sorry to the people that I ghosted
I was in album mode
Creating shit while