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blue skies
I’m feeling good on the side
Greet the sun wave hi
See ya moon I’ll say bye I’ll see you tonight
Mr Rogers I’m doing dandy I’m doing great

I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA, they put a chip in my brain
Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfuckin' man LDC, shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, big L.D.,

promised bro your death & yo taxes
I Throw punches like Im Cassius
And Anything can really happen
If Titty boy claimed girls get ate up by a mattress
I'm

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with

You're The Tops

Ethel Merman

1934: A Time To Remember The Classic Years

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

Ladies and Gentlemen
Yall in the presence of
We in a whole new era
I go by the name of King Kresnt

SALAM DOSTA
Come closer
In the end
She getting

took a dab look at that
Let out a laugh hell yeah smokin' gas
Always dreamed of moving bags legal trap
Right now just smokin' pack and makin cash
By noon

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

hound dog fleas 
Cock-a-doodle doo-doo and some hog head cheese
Leap out the room grab the old broom
Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon
Cherry coke

can feel like three thousand if you not insisent
Can't blame you though that's just the way you are
I'm Mr Greenwood I'm trapped inside this bell jar

You're the Top

Edd "Kookie" Byrnes

Kookie: Star of "77 Sunset Strip"

1959

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

to the moon
Smashed ya shawty then I gave her to you
Went Mr. Marcus hit that hoe in my boots

Look at her like what do you want
I put an eighth in my blunt

nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
Tonight's the night
But my name ain't Betty Wright
It's Mr bones
And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone
I'm on my own

takin' up your data
My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter
Look down to your dick and tell him I won't disappoint it
Pussy on punishment if she

Bourbon Street

Oval Opus

Oxygen

Sitting on a side street, as glancing eyes turn away. 
Searching for answers in a song, and the cats that run away. 
Hey Mr. Businessman, won't you

be a Craig Vill song
Niggas thought that riding in a car that mean it's hard to hit you
Solving issues by swinging choppers, ripping through scar

Ayy
Uh
Richie
Wavy
All that young and rich shit in the spot ya feel me
Produced by bem bitch
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Swag on the beat
Dom Y&R
Uh huh

Can't do the fish bowls even strikers get tinted
Scream fuck the law, free my dawgs yeah I miss them,
Blowin' moon rock, I'm on Mars for a minute

the man now
I never had a hand out
Call momma or my daddy too
So many kites from Upstate
I prolly could fly to the moon
It's hard to keep your life straight

now I’m not in my best mood
But my Lord and savior still got my goals up to the moon
And life is also short
So you make the most out of it of course
If

turning blue
Do this for my brothers I'd die by my crew
Gave your bitch space when she asked for the moon
Stalking my story with all of your Goons
Beat that

and forth]
Well there's no moon out tonight
Bring me the shovel
Hand me the axe
Give me that pick
Dead bodies
Dark Lotus
I hear something moving around
Dead

I'm walking on by all the bitches be drooling
Gucci juicy yeah
I want the knowledge yeah niggas be schooling
Know how I do it 
You know how we do it

she first met you why you think I'm so in love
I was lacking shot by Cupid he was sending them slugs
Ain't no woman except my mama compare to what you

South, never right or wrong
Moon illuminating like a lampshade
Red carpet moving madly thru my headspace
Dreaming about Cali and the daytrade
Selling