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El Elyon

Cross Movement

Heaven's Mentality

1998

To the doorway this is your day come get a foretaste
Dinner served, word up yo! soul food and it's gourmet
Hey! Behind the clouds and the mouths full of mystery

Yo

She wanted to hear stories in my car
So I keep on tellin' her
That my life's been a film, so it's like the cinema
Come get involved, you can

Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions    (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full

Over 30

KRS-One & Marley Marl

Hip Hop Lives [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

what they call us now

It's your teacher, welcome to my classroom
Who's he, what's that? Yo you better ask soon
It's the K to the are to the S One

feel a full rush of feelings 
Sugar realm wolf 
Crystallized incense books 

Verses that get shook in the sentence 
Just for the Purpose to make em

gonna try to take your "vie"
Lost a lot of "amis", I can't even fuckin "compter"
Drive-by's all the time, the whole neighborhood fuckin' "chauffé"
I

leaving
All that fucking power that you be fuckin' feenin'
Socks the color of their drinks when they be fuckin leanin'
GRAB YO UMBRELLA CAUSE IT'S CLAYDOH

Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all

be used against you

you reap what you have sown yo
may the hand of God be upon you

world full of war so much gore
little bit of love is too much

I know what you're goin' through friend
Deep in my heart i wanna put a clear end
To everything we know is hurtin' yo brain
I'm 'bout to sit down with

Because I got a fuckin belly full of laundry detergent
Ayo my girlfriend put Xanax inside her Tampax
And by the way fuck Denzel, he can't act
And Tupac he

what'chu mean ocean man by ween head ass tf up bitch, hah
Next time you shouldn't fuck with me like that

out

Yo, Slic PA run wit Fat Face the only

I run up on 'em, run up in 'em and leave 'em lonely

Believe that, game sharp as creased britches

I stay

I won’t say I’m the best you know
I’ll try to stay professional
But if you disagree with me
Then you can suck my testicles
The test is full of yes

don't get impressed
By a little cloud or a bit of press
And your vision off track
I don't consider realizin'
On my end of respect
You'll a miserable cause

say I went through
Like I got a fucking list
Just full of targets that I missed
Like I insist when I get pissed
For times that I just cannot resist
My

flavor's stable
While you bitches shit they britches
Every time the wind blow
Grab your putter and nine-nine
You're surrounded by hoes if you're a hoe
You're

tweeted, deleted it, believe it I seen it 
I got a list full of names and I’m checkin off people one by one
Hope yo ass ain’t fast

I can feel the weight

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

the niggas that done doubt me, better stay the fuck from round me,
All the bitches claiming indie now they can't do good without me,
 I can do bad by myself, I

down in 4th grade/

In a city full of psycho fucks/
But we ain't pay attention we just wanna find mo blunts/
Then go to Andy's, me and ma niggas buy

Hoes- 
 Might Wipe His Nose for Tryna plot. Get da Drop Early Mornin Evil Twin swing by Ya  Spot 
Call da guys - Dey gone pullup Quick 2 Hop out Like da

sick sick
I gotta pool full of money imma
Dip dip
I'm outside looking like
I hit a lick lick
808 hit hit
Everything lit lit
Yo
I'm like 1000 degrees in

the death,
That pride be the fein that you need got you struggling for breath
See pride make a nigga leave home at 17 fits the scope
He got smoked taken by