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the pride might pick
We rise with the tide like Poseidon did
Got an eye for the rhyme we the nicest pick
But denied any eyes while they all stay sleep
Pick

ain't spit the facts in
N****s wanna verse, I'ma need nothing less than
A soft vibe, flip that to a light tin
Rolex 01ES300

Flip out to a hard Bentley

Verse2:
Gotta pair and it look like spiderman
same color of the pimpin called cayan
at night no sun no need a tann
old school like a string on a tin can

dude
I'll entice you
Gonna hit the jackpot like you making rolling dice moves
Don't you cry boo
We can run away together making Bonnie Clyde moves
Look

Notes of a Native Son

Laquan

Notes of a Native Son

1990

of killin' a brother, nah, never that
To this I'm loyal, I shine like tin foil
You're soft as soil, the microphone'll boil
Pause but not fall, we ain't

As my eyes opened to your truth, the shame came pouring down like rocks on a tin roof or tooth
You alone brought us out of bondage and set us in

or a tin man
Misanthropic antihero, cinefile villain
By the third act they still haven't met formally
If we ever meet I like my angels vivacious
Even though

Blessed by the cornbread mamas been fixin'
Got the boys buzzin' more than Pabst Blue Ribbon
Busting out the tin like some Pillsbury biscuits
How we got

you ball on loans
Boy you a bitch, I know you my clone
We going up like butterfly doors
You gotta pay for a feature
Boy you get charged by the meter
You

Artillery
Lil Tin
All my niggas shooter we gone post up on his block
We got ars dracos we got macs and we got Glocks
We don't do no standards they

Call me by name my love
Like a bird I will fly to your side
Remember the place my love
Call me by name

Well it's a long road
Along that South West

on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song
We're low on life on the highway in search

I show her nice time
She bad she give me night plan
Omo ni e jor, nice one
I thought we'd keep it that way
Pe ka kan jo ma sere
O tin so pe kin salaye

Trying to get to the peak
Without standing on a tin of milk
You know (Damn)
And let my demons out

It's Timbun on the beat

can't chant for either
Partner in this dance
Of slippin the party line of
Wonderin what we're doin here
At the cross roads with
No choice seems applicable

we won't forget you

We are gathered here to honor the memory of Captain Ernest John Locke of the United Circle Space Force. Would anyone like to say

waves 
What's that mean I dunno
Some'tin bout the way we move forward 

Bringing about the change we speak of
Throwing our heads way back have a drink off

before any
Thought about fuckin' up my bank again
Swapped out the cans they were tin
The highs had been gritty like sand
Your carts are a sham, my man

You know, whatever, the weather, I tickle your nose with a feather
I can make a cool bustle out of tin, gold, copper, and leather
Use my raw animal

this ain’t no McDonald’s play house
Walk through the maze backwards amazing how we made out
The sun screaming we just used to hearing it
Homie just

Me and You Versus the World

Space

Spiders

1997

You have no folks and I'm just a joke
But we made a vow that we would never sell each other out
A lie detector wouldn't make me doubt you
Now we know

10 17
14 everything is wrong now
Nothin' left for me
All my friends are gone now
And it's storming sounds like a tin roof
Motherfuckin' pouring

crib
I picked out the locks
Carry a tin
It stay in my sock
Not like I love it I call it a job
30 more plays I'll retire my mom

I been countin loads

Huaraches
We turned sixteen, carry sticks like it's hockey
By seventeen, I cooked work like Hibachi
Used to call Wax and he comin' with shots
Start smokin'