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c couple old black folks singing spirituals. 
Now let me know if I'm outta line. 
I got plenty more. 
cll races don't look like hillbilly folks

of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture me being

She doesn't wanna make the same mistakes so she hides away her love
I've got a feelin' that I'm shit outta luck and I'll lose her before long
Break

the matrix the youthiologist
I'm God's favourite the prodical kid
You know i'm racist
The all black genesis
I got the facts
This ain't no hypothesis
Secure

dive in.
*SPLASH*
And the second you get to the bottom your like,
"GET ME OUTTA HEEEERE!! WHERES THE SURFACE?!!"
And you always some up under the kid

like?" don’t even lie
Smash your bitch just like pie
He want this bitch up?
So make his ass fly
He can not hang with us nigga we high
We high!
We high!

Brain Damage [Slim Shady LP Version]

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

my song
Brain damage

Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted

I'm diving in money like Michael Phelps
Olympic shit, I just want me a medal. Shining like Diamonds, I'm shining like Bezels
I gotta get it by any

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin'
About Learjets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they
Sell records like Snoop - (oops)
I'm interrupted by

Midwest Choppers

Tech N9ne

Misery Loves Kompany

2007

you 
Partner you gussin'
Get up outta the way when techa nina be bustin
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison imma light it up and get in ya

Shine

Snoop Dogg

Kiss of Death

2004

the night

I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in ya face in ya state
In and outta cars, interstate, win a date with one of my broads
But you gotta hate

I'mma meet you by the reeva ene baloyi nyana ba 
They be outta pocket like speeches at the Oscars
Ask us
Your heart beat the rhythm of the soundtrack

We are the lost souls
We are the chosen ones
We're living young and
Living free cos they ain't
Holding us
We are the older souls
We are the wise kids

Family Business

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

the answer's in us
That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone, it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving

tearing us apart
20 years in like a whole century
When it ain't working!

Werkin', werkin', werkin'
Werkin', werkin'
Werkin', werkin', werkin'
I'm

holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better

Hold On

50 Cent

Buck the World

2006

drop, same nigga on top
Don't blame me if your motherfucking block get hot
Because I'm just tryin' to make a livin', nigga stay up outta prison
In

Some body ganna let us fly i an’t ganna let us die, the cops roll by they don’t wanna see us shine we done made em so mad tryna take all of my guys

everybody in this world wanna know about us

[Verse 2]
Did you learn a little bit
From the rhymes that I spit
If not well it goes like this
I'm crazy, fucked

thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must

Verse 1 Intro

It's the same old 

Bullshit that you get outta life
In this fucked up world 

Not a day goes by 
Without running in wall
Fucking up my

Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go

I feel like you
Don't even know me
You used to read my mind
Now you think you control me

Death my a thousand cuts
Like I don't notice but
I feel

expectations 
Make us feel like we have no control of our lives 
And that's what their goal is 
But only if we let it 

Oh
Tell me
Why you're still here, still