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a dancer, I be quick to pull my pants up after
I walked in, horns blowing like I got the answers
My brodie text me verse, you know I'm quick to put my man's

Yeah, I pray i pray a lot
Because I'm a nigga that's
Always in a situation
And I need someone's help
And ain't no human that can help me
I swear down

Gossip

Classified

Trial & Error

hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't

she hate
Then she stuck with me
No, we don’t speak Japanese
But we do chop it up like the Japanese (Okay)
I met her casually
Taking pics by my car oh so

City of Macks

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

Oakland
Dame, and I'm one of the macks
Makin music, cuttin funky tracks on wax
You said I couldn't do it but man, I did it anyway
You want to battle me

hop on the stage, make you bounce up and down
Got flow like a fountain, no money like mountains but bet I be making my money from sound 
And I'm getting

freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya'll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy's back with a beat down

It's All Over

Jin

Presents the Emcee's Proper'ganda

2005

I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My

The funny thing about me
Is I don't do that much
I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch
Y'all wanna see me flop, but I swear
It's all love i

'n vaig
dont cry bye bye
vols que estigui tonight

un dos tres en la frente fight
ansiedad aprieta like damn tight
me da igual si no estás by my side
tira

on a thin rope
Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed
Me back in the right direction, close contact
With do you want more?!!!??! and prose combat

Deep

that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you

be an empire destroyer
You seen what happened to Julius Caesar
Stevie Wonder told me, "You are a leader"
My girl'll forfeit a tennis match to meet

Concept albums donning Nazi rock
 
Endless affairs
A reggae rewrite of La Marseillaise
 
Now I’ve done it, oh the press will have my hide
But it’s more fun

I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my

be quiet, don't leak it
Don't make a sound
Cause when I come through stuntin'
I ain't frontin'
Me and my team we lockin' shit down

I know it

of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME

Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me

Alphabetical Slaughter

DJ Kayslay

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

just playin
Yo chill, yo chill chill chill man, chill man
We gon' save that for YOUR album, "Thug-acation"
Papoose, comin soon
A&R's, holla at me

to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you

Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin
Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'
By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'
I

this greenhouse scam
All summer on the beach
Aerosols in easy reach
Needles floating out to sea
Sunshine beats down on me
No ozone in my way
Every day's

the only things cuffed
Remember when we split that blunt
Whole album full of vibes
You speakin' out of spite
Like I told you it's 1 AM and I'm working every

jeans bound to take me to places I've never been
Got the Purple Heart, but we not talking bout the metal pin, whoa
Check the album title bitch I got

some diamonds on my arm
I knew the plan up all along
A n**** rob me i'd be darned
Get the work up from the farm
Made 10 bands by dawn
In my hood Ima don