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Laying up in a 3-piece
He had more gravel in his heart
Than country backstreets
Family and friends they gather 'round
To mourn this man's death 
Saying

wearing a frown i'm loud, like a sloth
On the prowl, like a sloth
I devour, like a sloth no one can ever doubt
I'm downing pizzas by the box
I'll crown

Grafitti-sprayed the alley
Bathing in neon blue
The lungs contaminated
Breathing C5OQ
My brain so non-organic

My pace along the backstreets
Dragging

hurting
The game is not what it seems
They say i got fat
But that is the bread in my jeans
Was on the come up but now I'm mainstream
Like Adebayo that's By

I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

Yeah 
and I go by the name
This some TMFA initiative Ladies and Gentlemen
introducing

I'm something like
John the baptist to these rap saviours

I met you in the backstreet of that old suburban town
I was seeing starlight and your feet were making ground
And I didn't know, what way it was

Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

Aye they say no face, no case
When it's the middle of the day get the fuck out of my way
Aye, yeah... No face no case till you slippin' on face by

and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart

ready in a month
(Should be ready in a month)

Got a crib out in Texas
It be ready in a minute (Ready in a minute)
But from now I'm gettin' trailed by

night
Never around
Living on a backstreet this (Never around)
Never around
Every morning I wake I'm watching my face in the rearview
Every morning I

Backstreet nam do rana będzie grał
Ja z twoich rzęs z całuję sen
Odnajdę cień
By cicha pieśń obydwu serc odkryła dzień
Ty musisz iść ja muszę iść
Samotny jak

light shine through the Devil's head
I walked a long long road til I got nowhere
And I felt it

Satisfied by my second state line
I hopped a freight,

Ghetto Knows

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids

ashes I dump them on ya homies Aye
I just want some cosamigos she gone Pour it for me yea
She run that shit up so fast she got it by Her lonely Aye

I

will never recover
And now that I’m all by myself
PulL me up, but my heads still underwater

You got me in a backseat backstreet, calling me crazy
Don’t

o'clock and the sun's out late
Sippin champagne
Sippin cheap champagne
You don't wanna think too hard
So we take it day by day
We sleep until the sunlight

Run

Rag 'n' Bone Man

B. Inspired

2018

when you're sinning only to survive?
You're getting by but you're just getting by barely
You're stumblin', telling them that they don't know

durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my

The Curse of Money

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. I: The War Disc

1998

you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times

(The curse, the curse)

procentów a dokładnie sto
Jak tych mega patentów na składni i flow
I ja jestem do tego ziom wchodzę w ten układ
Ze stylem zbyt skomplikowanym byś go ukradł

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

straat ligte

En dan slap chips by die hoek kafee
Donker kamertjie speel, dalk ‘n skelm soen gee

Vat my terug ek mis daai ou dae
Ek en Karlien by die