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a famous addition
This dedicated to mr and mrs
You gotta be grateful not only on christmas
Listen
I love everybody from a distance 
And this is
The reason I

Different
Baby I don't need a assistance
Open the pack like it's Christmas
She trynna hate why you fishing
That's why I keep up the distance
I got me

Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide
And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson
Billy Martin

Straight from Crooklyn, better known

got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go

for y’all
And if by chance, this is my finale
Drop me seven blocks from the original addy
I’ll take a spot on Remsen where the plots are all grassy

Like the day Mystro got bun
Still gun lean on the 12 like Russ
Adotz ran off and still got touched
Remember that day when I bucked A1
He got left with

Getting my mind off, so I'm getting hazy
8 drinks now and I become a machine
Girls clawing on me like I'm Mr. Clean
Grabbin' my dick and they strokin'

Kid, turn on the TV
I’m 'bout to hit u with a flashback
Someone come and give old Mr Krabs his
Hard earned Money Cash back
I didn't get it when I was

Jammz already dead, now I haffi kill So Large
Think say he bad cause him
Shout but me shout louder christmas Day
His grandma did kick him out her

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12 gauge
Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days

For everybody born in the 90's
Come and find me

can swallow my D
While we're waiting on Mr D
And don't you ever go taint out history
Coz it's been nothing but love , no misery
I kinda figured she
Took

and fucked up
Who the hell
I'm going to call too many demons in my ear

About to say, fuck it all
We was in the trenches all day and night
and we ain't even

grams, blowing loud smoke to the ceiling fan
Fuck 12, they just a Klan with a body cam  
Understand, you can get jammed by your right hand
25 to life will

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

the sureshot

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (plugged), learn
Temperatures too hot for sunblock, burn
Playin' wit' minds that get you state time
Locked behind 12

Bang Bang

King Sun

Black Tracks Classics

2005

a store, came across a 12-gauge
Showed they older brother and his friends like, "look here"
"Yeah, it's kinda hot, good lookin" - then they took it
Bag

and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree, my 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
I run at you hard like a sumo(Sumo)
They say

That was May 12th, 1995
I met Jorun at that show
And he introduced me to the hip-hop scene in Halifax 
From Universal Soul, Nathan C, Flexman
Papa

to conquor
I wasn't educated at cambridge
Not into pretend folk
I wasn't endorsed by queen victoria 
Nor do I fall to your king on sunday
Me know the first day

Yeah I'm ready

Oh yeah

It's leaping season

Man I'm either too fucking busy
Or too busy fucking
Every day I'm taking over
A new city stuntin'
Go

myself of something
learned then forgotten.  Countless sunrises 
burying the things I'd figured out the day before.
Like that I probably won't find shelter

and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't

get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")

(Back up! Back up)

Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once