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in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my

ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob

I left the house about 8pm
Spent a little time with the boys again
I didn't really wanna be away from you
I went for one but I stayed 'til two

I

Here We Go

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Stony Hill

2017

Jah is watching you)

Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No

What I'm Here 4

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth [LP]

1998

some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album

Deep

Rick Ross

10 Summers

2014

I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go

a hammer than a nail

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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"

give a fuck
They all wanna be like bob fisher
They all wanna go smoke pot
Coz a nigga just do it like Nike
And I smoke weed like a Chimney
Am a Young

loose track, (Wait) red and blue curtains.
Rendezvous, Ferdydurke, after I be working, in the park by the gate see a body lurking,
hunchback posture,

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Man don't teach me in my suit 
No leather skin I come

reasons to rebel with the hope these will be the last seventeen to be taken by one of three-hundred-ninety-three-million guns in America.

the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin

bands in banks in Liechtenstein

By tomorrow it be mine, with a heavy fine
I blow it on some wine, from 1959
Yeah, yeah, I told you
Yeah, I thought I did

Champion...

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)

I'm chokin' players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin' to the 'Sayers

song so I can say an album when they ask whats new dawg
Taught myself from scrath how to be man and make a way sometimes I need to break away
So i just

problems

It's 8pm at home
Really could be anywhere but who would know, oh
So uninspired 
All of those albums I struggled to write so
Going out again maybe I

motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years

get a blow too
Know i can afford too
Want them by the thousands
Rake them in like leaves in the autumn
Then i shake em, then i write a album
I'm too

Keep alll that gmo outta ya fruit cake

They said that I’m tripping I must be a boot lace 

He just a sheep give em the cool face 

Im bout start

When I don't make deposits
I promise that probably it'll make profit
A milly a minute
Got told by the prophet
Be there in a minute
I'm done with this

on, we skip
I'm with the Malis, not Bob or Skip
We got the Charlie and the Chocolate Chip
Settin' up shop like a Costco trip
Surrender your flag

Now I ain't trying to be the greatest(lies) 
cm juss tryna be the realest (tru)
Coast to coast off the glass
Time to blow off the dust
X2
Give us our

Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing