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Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all

Tell 'em
Reflection looking more like a deception, an inception of myself
I need redemption and exemption from this hellhole
Gotta save this old

Frigid with no mrs. a mf rigid, 
Missing who i was, old me was more forgiving, 
I speak on shit i see when they think I’d avert my gaze, i wasn’t

a jack
At some point
So stressed, can't spark no joint
People wonder why I'm devoid
That's my choice

Pure money fours, Air Force ones
Mama raised an ole

bitches
I give a splash to these bitches
I'm never trippin', my chick got more ass than these bitches
Prolly more cash than these niggas
I'm in my zone like

survive
They know me by a different name, I reign supreme
When I say I gotcha covered, I say what I mean
Waiting for a deal, (Who?)
You're neighbourhood MC

Robbing hoods they got from the store
These rappers rich
I'm robbing them
Cause my niggas is poor
You want some more?
I got you it's aight my friend
This

like Mike Jack if you wanna be starting something / said my oddly aggressive side with all its gumption / to the man in the mirror just steer clear

'pffft'

More like you were on the sidelines of our funerals

Love how the excuse is

'How were we to know?' we reaped

What you sewed from inside your

your eyes
I'm a poltergeist
I'm so precise
U ate all the pies
You can't see me creeping by
Can't tell me no reason why I'm Super nice
With it
I'm sick

they're probably faking
There's so much more to life than just waiting
For opportunity to come that's just
degrading Yourself
Blaming yourself
Hoping

billie jean………
I'm killing the waves like hang tide
Dray dreamers Imma Friday night
Ghostwriter for ghosting you more
Stoop so low can't slide through

I see why you say you Mike Jack, you a 'lil too good with the kids, aw hell
You a bitch from a city of bitches, you look like a male pornstar
You

still alive
Must have a note on my motherfucking back
Saying don't rob steal kill or jack
Or I just look like a mother fucker broke
That need a fucking

it, big boy diamonds
Make ya bitch go Jack Nicholson crazy
It must be the shining, shit too blinding
But no matter the circumstances you gon see me work

both just as human
Just as useful or as foolish
And you can't prove it
You're not a god but only a mere flesh
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Covered up by what's

dae grip land
En na so de money dae by Zip bag
The only man wae dae tackle the hit man
En dem know say ar kin sorkor mingle with the borkors tell these

Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major


Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up

more can I say?
If it's in a zag or a pipe
It's quite expensive, so you better smoke it right
Get a few niggas to fade
Find a cut, a chizurp in a shade

Untitled Track

Dark Lotus

Tales From the Lotus Pod

2001

It was a dark and stormy night,
when five children of the Lotus crept into a local cemetery,
their intentions were nothing more than to smoke

disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

Jacks
But I got more flavor than that shit so go get your money back
The skinny nigga's on the lam, so hold your daughter ma'am I WHAM!
I slice that

the sewer line
To be a much more chewy and suitable kind
Of fluid to feed your body and mind
I'm the kind of person that while I'm lurking
Inside your

Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major


Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up