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the last man Like（我像是最后一个人）唐吉·坷德
ride whatever that stands a chance
舶来这圣歌颂天选的败者
We go dom' like the Scarface,
Al Pacino with a Cappuccino in a Lebanese
All

since you took off wid my hoodie,

I like to watch on top of me bouncin on ya booty,

Ride me so damn dirty got sweat drippin down ya titties/

Hk: 
I was in the field when they found me/ Being raised in the Mudd//  I turn all that chicken into Ground Beef/ I was raised by them thugs// 

Pt2:

Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist

joints in now I'm feeling activated
One, two, don't ever cross that foo
Three, four, he go by the code
Five, six, he got you on them scripts
Seven, eight,

on mood swings
If I don't pick up the phone, lil mama mood change
Need a M by 35, that's the real game
Never let nobody sell me out for lil fame
Cauz niggas

feel indicted
Got this game on lock I'm feeling vicey
Can't make life go your way I don't fight it
Just go page by page 'cause I ain't write it
She hop

at the pack worked hard with the big bro's . 
Now I'm thinking bout the big shows,  
money coming in tryna get it by the big loads. 
Thinkin' bout six figs

to get this money money

This I couldn't predict if I was Al Roker
Tryna get rich made me broker
I got a college degree, but now I'm in debt by

like I'm al Capone
You are what you drink, guess I'm El patron
You ain't feeding me or fucking me then
I'm Out the door
And if you want the smoke I got

all this shit yea
Trynna crack hip hop
Flawed by my pigment
Sickening
But the more I think about it
I never could dream about
A culture where

a sound
Barrel to his mouth like a garden hose
I suppose shoot a nigga dead like I’m Al Capone
Gangster I ain't pimping hoes cause imma player
Play her get

all natural shit
Guate baby
I'll take you out to Italy
Sitting prettily out in Sicily
London smoking L's by Picadilly
Beijing by the Hutons
I'll hop

Yo wanna hear it more
Come in with that killer flow, Al Capone
Blast the speaker right off your tiny ford
Ride it off as murder by the best lyricist

for no info
Did what I did and I still don't regret it
Own up to your issues that's how you respected
Niggas bitches gettin’ snatched by they necklace

I feel the track and, ride it like the wind
Like Christopher, back to deliver again
First off, you must know I'm no gimmick
I'm quick witted, get it?

form to be this blessed by the lord's force
And still do the devil's chores
I catch the air jordan in, any sport
Any sanatorium or morgue can't hold

like I'm al Capone
You are what you drink, guess I'm El patron
You ain't feeding me or fucking me then
I'm Out the door
And if you want the smoke I got

yeah
Siamo sempre chiusi qua
Mischio fanta con la lean ye
Il fumo con la weed
Flexo troppo con il drip
In mezzo al buio faccio
Bling bling
Ya
Fatto come

Suicide Bomb

Tony Touch

Last of the Pro-Ricans

2002

[Verse 1]
Suicide bomb, from Al'Qaeda to the Qu'ran
Represent your clique and our Jihad, bangin from God to Enron
Bin Laden is still C.I.A.
John

Ye-ah, ye-ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah

Ya feelin alright? (ah hun)
I’m not feelin’ too good myself
Oh no…

Girl ya took me,  for one big ride
And even now

notarized, Jay Leno's rides
I was surrounded by people traumatized
And we idolizing all these lies told by these demons

I shared this with my therapist that

neck
i be doing things from the west to the east to those that appose we left resting in peace
by AE the asian assassin the hitman now he's the type

KEMUSAN (Subject 3 Let Me Dance)
Written By Qwes Kross 

Chorus:

Spinnin Al night watch me spinnin it around  watch me spinnit around watch me touch