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When I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
The drinks we all served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Up the bar, I saw

a bitch
Tell her roll my shit up huh
Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
Though I'm James Bong, nigga bread long
And my name known in e'ry home

by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her

the people, all my ladies and gents
Had 'em breaking down a barricade and jumping a fence
Leader of the newest shit, I let 'em see who the best
Harder

frightening
To sing "Who's world is this" without proper enlightenment

He use intellegent design
Like eloquence confined
Life elements assigned by
Elohim my

You know Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. I dreamed about the cotton fields at home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister,

you
I guess I'm just too real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah, bend over nigga fuck you
See, I know what's what, who's who and who is you
Move

cotton candy wordplay
But I got something for ya if ya thirsty
Woah pour up
Get your glasses filled
With the flow
Show up
I know you know the deal like
Who

Da Roof

Lil' Flip

Undaground Legend

2002

Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
We call it dro', ya'll call it lye
All I need is a sweet to get me by

I'm

AND I WASN'T BRAVE
I SET OUT TO WRITE THE STORY ABOUT JAMES
TRUTH IS STILL THERE
CRUELTY BY CHURCH, WITHHELD BY STATE

ALL OF THESE LADS THEY DON'T HAVE

within
And with it coming the fleets of bitches
The bitch is not who she thinks she is and the

I really want to go to New York
Forcing north by court

creep down to the next room, yeah, yeah
Wanna realize
Get by with who? With me? With me, with you, yeah

(verse) I wanna move in slow motion, yeah, yeah

bolts and coils
Were made
By thieves
Working in a constant flow
The big machine
Depletes the richness
Of who we were meant to be
But I say NO
I will not

along 

Cause all you need is a big ol' dream

Three chords and a song 



He grew up on a cotton farm 

Down near Mexico 

Didn't look like much 

But he

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna home

Last night I went to sleep
In Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home
I

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about the cotton fields back home
And I dreamed about my mother
Dear old father, sister,

faith, that it is about luck
Man makes a living by the work he does
But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
My boots have walked that road so son

The Yes and the Y'all

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

these other mothafuckers
Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity

Shine

Meek Mill

DC4

2016

It's no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who

a job she's doing fine
Always got her husband on the line
But likes to swing by my place around nine

And just as I tune in
Am I good enough to rock?
No

Loco

Vince Staples

Prima Donna

2016

Gave head, then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James Joyce, don't need the Rolls Royce
I need the straitjacket, finna go batshit
Sick

I'M THAT GUY
(Thomas James)

He's the one who opens the door for you
Before you step inside the car
The one who wraps you up with him
As you lie

his lips He starts to spit
Motivation that he gets The bar he sets

So high, God, he met Limitless for success
Can you take a guess when they ask who's

bells rang

You sit the portrait of a saint named James
You pray to a profit who shares your name
For all, that's forgotten some things still never change