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0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this

Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in

that they feed to one another
Sister versus brother, hatas and lovers together undercover
Only liars and hustlers,  set fires and smother them
To cover

hearts make broken teens and,
You should've known better
But then again how would you know
I was breaking by the pressure
Maybe I can write this song,
Send

a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda,
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s

a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

I
Know it sounds alarming

By the time I get three disposed
Room will smell of bodies all decomposed
Cause I'll be keeping little
Souvenirs in a box

to get a couple
More about my apartment
Before I make some more
I know it sounds alarming
By the time I get three disposed
The room will smell of bodies

12

Insane Clown Posse

The Riddle Box

1995

me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple push and smother
Till my fingers touch each other

Next one

wanna smother it
Lookin through the glass and I'm jus seeing hella hate
Writing these songs and you know it's just my escape
Do what I gotta do and grab

Monte Hall

3rd Bass

The Cactus Album

1989

of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
As I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin

to get a couple
More about my apartment
Before I make some more
I know it sounds alarming
By the time I get three disposed
The room will smell of bodies

100 Miles and Runnin'

N.W.A

Niggaz4life [Bonus Tracks]

1991

We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' 
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

my papa
Wetin e read eh
When I try to dey go to school
My brother I no fit eh
Book no enter my brain
My brother make e no be by force eh chai
I decided

The lights and the fame
And all that they made
What are we doin'
We paper pursuing
Till big brother come and he take
Fucked her for days
It's all that I need

sisters my cousins nem
I try to put me right under them
Cause how can you win tryna smother them
You wasn't really tryna breathe
Ya selfish by yaself in

to be as hard as wood

Verse 3

The melodies a loop what I says the truth
You could never recover no you could not recoup
From the loss of a brother

Brother and I
We we're unsupervised
Could've been snatched up 
By a kidnapper 
And taken by surprised
But my God 
Had to assign Angels over us
Cause

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

The brother who rocks so viciously

I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two I was doing the do
At the age of three it was you and me
Rocking

Jesse James

Ed McCurdy

Folk Classics

1989

It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James 

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle

that
You chose the wrong brother
I love H-town
So I'm sliding on cutters
Blades
Leave you in a daze
3rd coast born
Means I'm Texas raised
Talking dine

we're living in the moment
(Moment)
Cos Man man now got that dollar
3 point downtown curry i'm a baller
Made of black from my toes
To the top of hair
I'm

And which one is merely just babblings from a heathen 
Or perhaps this world's suffering a lapse in reason 
And soon songs like this one might be considered