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Oscar the Angel

Randy Travis

This Is Me

1994

I worked at the Rialto, I sold tickets at the door
And Oscar he'd come by most everyday 'bout half past four
And he'd pay to see some movie that

Flashback

All Saints

Studio 1

2006

by the forces at work 
And I'm too scared that I'm gonna get hurt 
Jump into the fire, always getting burned 
I can take the pressure, it's the way

Every move I make is a new, clear choice.

Cash in the bank, dreams on my mind,
I'm in control, my future's aligned.
Rhythm’s on high, the beat’s got

to rap(true)
In the rap game nigga imma hack(hey)
Any beat i phase through like the flash(fast)
Factory reset real fast(fast)
My bitch is dripping like water

Eden's Wall

Little Feat

Under the Radar

Storm clouds all around me
There's a lightning at my back 
But there's an angel on my shoulder
That's keepin' my on track
No matter how bad I

ass tweeted ahh
Yeah my bass kicking gotta fat beat
I stayed hitt gotta fat b 
It's the slay edition out the factory 
I can paint a picture 
With ya

how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul

know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this

Lost in music's embrace, finding my space
In this maze, destiny's pace, it's a race
But your beat gives me case, a guiding grace
(Chorus)
In the dance, I

panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact 
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track 
So I fly into the night 
Astral project

The future of my flesh
Even in this world gone by

Shallow sea cracks the floating line
Cold black sea enters through the mare

Leading track shelters me

a game"
And I thank God that I'm winning
Models roll my indo, I beat the pussy, Django
Them niggas talking money
I got more digits in my gate code
She make

JFK 2 LAX

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

the bench."

Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking
Things are fucked up, the way my future's looking
But I'm too fly, I'ma change this

rock hip hop rhymes are childish

You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill

(old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (pussy)

It Don't Stop

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch

And it don't stop
To the beat, baby

Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch

I tell you,

let's soar (Soar!)

Lights flash, hearts race
'Til our minds overflow
Sonic waves, star chasers
Feel the rhythm grow
Synth pads, future tracks, in

Make It Clap [Remix]

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

We make it clap
We make it clap 
(Huh) yeah, yeah, yeah 
(Flipmode) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes)
Sean-a-paul (Sean Paul)
One more time (ha) kill

In the year of 1890
They're leavin' their farms behind
For a future, all bright and shiny
And dreams that they're hopin' to find
Decades go by

down the track
Your suitcase in your tiny hands
I was struck by lightnin' by your lightnin' bolt
My heart beatin' rhythm to beat the band
My heart

Step Up

Linkin Park

The Ballad Album

rock hip hop rhymes are childish

You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill

Tales from a rusty old town where the sunlight beats down
Dazzlin' lights yonder takin' gold by the pound

Shack down by the tracks, hat way down low

In every beat of my heart it's waiting just for you

Oh, dear future wife I promise to be true
To cherish every moment to always stand by you
We'll

Hop

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain