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The Very Old Man

Hum

You'd Prefer an Astronaut

1995

left to fill.
Sit, and be still, send the voltage cross his ticker,
Watch the stars they start to flicker, and one by one levels
Fall.

Another

the dance of the tarantula
The only thing standing in the here after
Is the fifty foot woman, Giganta
And Im ready to plant her
She's the receiver, ready

Glass

Kasabian

48:13

2014

We are going nowhere fast
Are we made of glass?
No one knows, no one knows

Play out at the highest level
Something never sung before
Stalk by

see in the world
And I see a lot of sad stuff, and it's called, "Sad"
Get on my level, Madison
Picture a depressed onion cutting itself

I met

FTW

Aaron Rose

FTW

2019

The respect levels on the dials
Yeah, sit 'em down, stick a crown on
Fuck being humble, let your nuts hang
I'm ready to run, my nigga, come bang
Middle

Brother to Brother

Laquan

Notes of a Native Son

1990

Let it be heard

Knowledge
the highest level of understanding
wisdom must come forth
Yo Laquan, speak

[ VERSE 1: Laquan ]
Keepin in tact cause I

women poor, or how they did a great crime,
How they got a main thing, but somethin' on the side,
How you doin' drugs in the room with life goin' by

Young Casanovas

Kam

Def Jam's How to Be a Player [Clean]

1997

wherever I go buy all hydro 
Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh 
Used to be in the red star, gettin' my head slobbed 
from the old school hoe that

them down
Czarface the villians, we don't play around
Nobody make a sound, so now the battle is on
Grab your woman and children and get to safer

Life Is a Bitch

Z-Ro

Underground Railroad, Vol. 1: Street Life

2004

of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter

But the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either
So I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip
While I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by

Stand Up

Pop Da Brown Hornet

The Undaground Emperor

2000

[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother

been seeking life and breathing life
Into empty text and sleepless nights
Helplessly been getting by
And yet we both never seem to let us die
I can never

Mother fucking history
It's a fucking misery
When I fly by with this trap pace
To light the unthinkable's
And reuse entrustable's
A deadly cocktail

me to that level
Now its a grave fa both you whores
I done been too far
Did too much, to give up
I'll be happy by my gah' damn self
Went and made me

was immature but I thought that shit was regular
Shit went left and then we started moving separate
chasing a woman I used to swear that I would never

just running
No need for provision
Yeah i just love you momma but I can't focus on woman
Want that bag like addition
Tryna make it off them beats like i

Our lifestyle
I know you like our lifestyle
Our lifestyle
Story begins with a man and woman
To make you mine gotta come up with a new plan
My

Officially he wasn't cutoff
And Judging by your equilibrium
Your head ain't level right
Let me show you a different side
Not saying my side is greener

Don't wanna make you the victim
In this situation
In this situation
I wanna love you by myself
But you knew bout them bitches in my phone
Shoulda

And by any means fuck his woman
Sexy bunny with a tan
Ass like the motherland
Melanin drops'll taint your skin and end ya klan
Callin air raid at the table

But it never stopped not one of my payments
And my paperwork stayed legit uh
Mental health discipline uh
Where u from Michigan uh
Level up again

--HOOK (1x)

Verse 3:	
She drop it drop it / lock it pop it, Mesmorizing with them hips
Stock body, 6-speed, she walk by might crash the whip
Kit loaded

level with that
You seeking way too much attention one day it will collapse
I need somebody that will watch my back
Not somebody that won't let me be me