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cutlery that's just for me
And few exotic women 
All in heat aye
Before me this blood line 
Hadn't been discovered
What I achieve will never be
Matched by

passports
All my girls be ruder than hooters, with ass though
And my circle be truer than Trudeau’s black asshole
You touched the wrong one
A gun butt with

BLAZING SADDLES
written by Mel Brooks and John Morris

He rode a blazing saddle
He wore a shining star
His job to offer battle
To bad men near

does
No clue who her killer was
Cause by the time she finds it
All the damage will be done
She may try to scream
But it's just dirt inside her lungs

together all the way to L.A
I know that she loves me 'cause she can brighten up a smoggy day
If I believed in marriage, oh, I'd take her for my wife

Old days, old days, old ways, old ways
Gotta thank God I'm alive. always, always
Back then I was O'Shea. packed guns I would throw away
I don't trip

A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Lowkey pimpin got the fur on the back
Diamond in

The Ballad Of Czolgosz

James Barbour

Assassins [The Broadway Cast Recording]

2004

of a morning
All spick and span
To the Temple of Music
By the Tower of Light
At the Pan-American Exposition
In Buffalo
In Buffalo

Saw Bill McKinley

All I want this year is you
(Fa, la, la 
Fa, la, la, la
Fa, la, la 
Fa, la, la, la
Fa, la, la 
Fa, la, la, la, la)
All I want this year is you 
I

I know you know it's hard for us to turn the page 
So I'll start all over again

La la la they left me to die here 
La la la but the lonely don't die

can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
By

ya lotion from?"
It's the way you know me from
Ballin' like it's open run
If I hold no phone on myself and point a loaded gun
No flash, no stacks

If I Ruled the World

Kurtis Blow

Eastside

2003

I'll see you all at my Super Dinner Party"
And late that night, at my Super Dinner Party
I was dancin' to the beat and entertainin' La

I step to the mic
That's why I never understood the hate I get when I write
Back when posting new songs on Internet rap forums
All the way

He don't wanna feel that way no more
But he felt like that again
You otta know by now how this might end
'cause you wrote it

There were trials

oh

But we ain't ready for that talk oh



Ikigai what am I here for?

4x4 wheeling down through the avenue

All my life trying to find the way

in bed

When I'm sitting by the sunset and the sea
Under the gun
I can't believe the things I hear and see

Shadows creep in broad daylight
Murders,

Gonna be away gonna be away
I just wanna be away on my way
To the sun
I don't wanna be yesterdays all gone
Never tryna get caught up in the fun
Gonna

Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Rap-A-Lot 25th Anniversary

abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different

Mortimer's Ghost

Josh Joplin

Jaywalker

2005

Mortimer's ghost
Graduates today
First in his class
And well on his way
The dry cleaning king of Baltimore's only kid
Thinks back on all

it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom boom)

Ooh, la la aw wee wee
Nowadays music is all about fee
The soul is caged no bits

of the ceasefire 
People are going out more 
all the pubs are jumping 
Every one is trying  
and theyre hopeful for the future 

CHORUS  
And the guns are locked

[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]