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when I wear it I gotta put on sunblock
And Yves Saint Laurent shades on Kanye
West fresh to death like a casket on blades
Crime don't pay that isn't

Lil Wayne and Drake, all smell fake
Kanye West and the rest, counting Eminem
I mean all of them
Yes it's sad, I understand
But is true, Understand?

me use to average
Now a millions me average
Me divide it by 2
Mommy get some n daddy too
Smell shock yuh brain  sneeze, dat a jimmy choo
So me naa

the fuck they didn’t wait for me
I feel like Kanye West I got a Kim K on me
You niggas pest I got to keep some bug spray on me
How you kill beef by moving

feel the fiends
Cause see I love (Chevys) the way they (like a rock)
I heard that Kanye West sayin Jesus Walks
But if He see what I ride He'll have

KANYE WEST
You're a shit don't slap
They can't Bob their head
The bitches don't clap
Niggas wind they dreads
And leave them no choice
But rewind that shit

shit, man it's fuckin' dookie
Shoot gun at his feet, I'ma make that man fuckin' boogie (dance)
Yo' life a YouTube Poop, my shit a movie
Kanye West, I

Throw Your Flag Up

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one

72nd & Central

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

nigga, uhh

(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys

2Pac's aggressive records are my
Favorite "Hail Mary"
Is just perfect: "Picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words being quoted" Most
Artists now just
Aren't

coming for me
Dead on arrival 
Stop using my Father's name in vain yo
The Holy Ghost in me these vocals ain't simple
Draco sucking heads clean off no

409

Ice-T

Rhyme Pays

1987

It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?

District, opps say the city dump, probably cause we take these trash niggas out, clean em up
I'm a gentleman but every time we fuck she like it rough
This

the rest
Know my niggas did the best
Slid by in a ride turn their niggas into less
Two sides to a lie now you're living in a mess
Special delivery
Heavy

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

'em clean
Gotta keep that thing by my thing 'cause it's bling bling (Hitboy)

I was on my block, gangways, all street signs
Ain't nobody good, fuck

just like it
Poin up cc by the fo' I need another one just like it
Candy drippin clean off the doe I need another one just like it
New real estate by

the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game

Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn

I'm two degrees it's like I'm switching college
But ain't no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (buck-buck)
Curb stomp the only way I'm

on for my city
Puttin' on for my team
We gettin' down nitty gritty
But the kicks still clean
It's always red vs blue
But I'm after the green
Check one two

INTRO
Christ Music 
We back
Hey Pastor Chris
You ready to take it to the West-coast on em
Yeah
Alright
 
CHORUS
I don't have to get high
(Christ

liked the music
but he hated the (words)
2live, geto boys, the bay was a sleeper
screw driver scooters
traffickin stolen beepers
southern drawls
yes yes

too
In Durango with a beautiful view
And a beautiful boo
And I know that she feeling me too
Wellbutrin ain't helping
I'm guessing two blunts will do
I'm

a jam
Aye this is a jam
Whole project go ham
Niggas can't
Do it like me
Know I got juice like Hi-C
West coast niggas going Hyphy
Know I'm Too clean in my