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Hey, you, can't you see
I just want you right next to me
Oh, girl I confess
I'd really like to get a bit closer to that little black dress

The ball's in

cops

Eeeny, meeny, miney, moe
Catch a piggy by throat
Wolf coat, gettin cold on the West Coast
Captain, the sheep sleepin on the boat
In my bag, paper

deep, two feet, too tact
I come through the front, XB through the back
Throwing like a quarterback
That nigga said what, we gon spin like a DVD
Step

I’m black
I’m black
My skin don’t crack
My men don’t rat
I’m saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man

imitations
Misleading information
GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring
Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery
The game Sho'll is ugly that's

The Darkest Days

Dog Fashion Disco

Adultery

die
Lost in a slow kiss goodbye, all hope will someday die
As we sink like stones in the [river]

Terrified children chased through deserted streets
By

the streets in a daze, looking like a mugger wrapped in
Pea coats and cigarette smoke
Reach the corner store, finish up the last drag
Meanwhile Black Flag's

to covet her hair first, given that little pink comb that looks like the one we use

But frustrated because our hair wouldn't comb through

Like “Mommy can

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

foot one, sleepy eyed
Dark skinned glasses reflecting from the sun, nigga
Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster

Drop my glass, slap

you

You the apple of my eye
In my heart
It is you that I store
I never wanna say goodbye
And by
The way it's you I give my life for
I so wish
That I

anymore

And it goes like

Oh my my, oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith
He left the church for a fiancé
Just let him love, that man of faith

of twiztid wraps
Make you feel like you got
Hit by a basеball bat
This ain't nothin but the real
What you know bout that
Think I'm about to get peeled
Like

people like a herd of cows
Ignition igniting in your speakers to burn the house
Ain't lisa lopez but I'll swear that you hear me now
Living solely for

In the woods I met a hollow-eyed, boney bloke
The tone he spoke was grim, with braggadocio
"Free from fear of the uncertainty, that's what I wanted

Oh my I go stu stu stupid on wax,nigga relax 
Two tears in a bucket, that tap liquid in fact
I don't see death as a tragical lost or see it black
I

Jackin' 4 Beats

Sly Boogy

Judgement Day

2003

like God-zooky
curb servin like I'm slangin bomb cola
the bomb doja got me floatin like a gondola
dirty as Black Eyed Peas and hot Oprah
but now it's

it takes
Lightweight make the ground shake
Won't go it if that shits fake
Loverboy like my name drake
Going west on novocaine
Blowin up like

you looking cross-eyed
Prepared for the worst so I keep a black tie
And I put the haters out just like a fire
Clean my money up then put it in the dryer

don't mean that I can handle it
Hail Mary on these niggas
I'mma send these demons scrambling
Cards on the table like a young nigga gambling
Blue eyed

coated - grey to black
To much time confined in that hot box not going back
Tried to keep it clean with my intentions so pure
But got wrapped up by

spinning I sat down to watch the fun
It was then I remembered where I'd laid down my gun
In burst Sergeant Kerry, wide-eyed and wary, looking like he'd blown

down this time with your fork tailed coat 
And trusted guide by your side 
The heavy air in here it could be lit like fossil fuel 
And though the light

by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We're not on the same terms
A flame burns
You're all like tape worms

crossed eyed
Nigga see the beam like a Tron Bike
You a dead nigga what's yo god like
My niggas call me the angel of darkness
Nigga tryna meet his dearly