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Summerlin, Okay
And now I'm back on the East Coast and it is clear
That i missed my family so i had to disappear

Everything and everyone a blur
I was left on a highway, sun been rising on the coast
Found myself with a lighter, cigarette bud
I was no kid, anyway

stacking my funds
No I can't stop my words are redundant
These chips on my shoulder they weigh by the ton yeah
But i'm buttoned and i'm ready to flex
What is

explanatory why a nigga sit by his lonely 
You ain't got friends and watch your back momma told me
Never lustful wishes I won't let no nigga hoe me 
Embedded

I may be Kelly but guess what
I guess I'm doing this as AZAKELS

This here so clear without fear
So tip and sip of your beer
Roll your blunt listen

,

When the coast is clear and the darkness gone, you can thank me later on I’m a try to be,

The Dani B version of me I can be,

To ever ever walk this

make it rain fire until the coast is clear
I hop off the boat and they approach with fear
Becuz they've realize, I'm on a level that they could never

And I won't make a run until the coast is clear
But up until then I'll just fester here
Fester here unwelcome room, just resting gear, no dustpan, broom

chilling but I ain’t Cardi (Cardi)
Yea, this is my year
Rapping hella slow so you can hear me clear
I miss my nigga Jonathan we haven’t spoke in years
Sad

with me
To see how real a Moby Dick is

A skull arises skywards
Thar's booty to be found
You can put my ass on blast
Avast, you'll never shoot me down

or
The sky painted pictures of the worlds last scene
I was down bad
Thinking clear but I'm half mad
North town but I'm goin' back to Calabas
Movin' weight like

around me is this have ya heard my story

Who are we trynna impress
I was ten & I was stressed 
Took care of my family 
Was needed not evenly 
I think it's

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga

Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by

Ain't none of the girls
Wanna text you first
Showed the noobert under dirt
And my eyes were almost hurt
When we thought the coast was clear
You just hit

rich nigga, they just gotta call a spade a spade 
I just hit the Gold Coast for a urus truck
They just ran my number and told me my nigga your in luck 
I

Lydia, the Tattooed Lady

Rowlf

Ol' Brown Ears Is Back

1993

Lydia. 
La la la La la la La la la La la la
 
Come along and see Buff'lo Bill with his lasso
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso
Here is Captain

All good baby
We alright
Oh daddy? Nah he ain't coming home Tonight
He's locked away 15 more years
The Coast is clear
This Just in
We got a fight to win

whatever font 
Fondue parties you get invited 
And you not excited 
But you oblige politely 
Soon as the coast is clear than you're Expedited  
Back to your

My new bitch she bad, and I just flew out to LA
You can tell that she love me just by the look right on her face
Bitch you know I'm getting cake
I

the strange land, East coast
Independent cause I do not trust too many, people
Head game crazy fatality she is, lethal
Rolling with the zags imma have to call

right here here with me
I really want you here so just stick Right by my side 
Make sure the coast is Clear (Yeah) I gotta stay focused
Know I gotta get

Yeah
Can I get some music?
Yeah
Yeah, don't worry
Take your time, take your time
Fuck all this shit up
Know the bag is limitless, nigga
Get

top
On these streets where they watch man grow
052 yeah I came from Edo
Ameze you get ripped by my flows
Woah na me be king of the coast
You never

I left 20 years before
To the surround-sound of heavy artillery
Pounding the devil's rhythm
Now there is an eerie
Calm we clear immigration
Passing