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happiness
Record happiness
Record
Record levels of happiness
Let's go to 2 o'clock
Yeh, I think it's nice to sometimes just record happiness
Ah shit how do

afraid to steal
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat
If you don't work, OG, then you don't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"  (Repeat 2x)

Fuckin' emcees talk smack
But their rhymes are so whack
So step back, I rep that mic
And rock all night, I'm alright
I'm on fire and I won't stop
I won't

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

Fresh [Original Soundtrack]

1994

It's the computer rhyme, a new electrical shock
Consisting of weird noises all around the clock
But of course music plays along cause it's a must
So

(Come on) Y'all ain't ready, stop
We been a finning off being fox-like
Rock mics 'till this venue's locked
And we ain't patient (naw)
We got too many

Yeah, I got 10 minutes, better start the clock
While you come around the corner, bitch, I'm shootin' shots
At your bitch, she want the dick, that

by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take

the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you

me by the store
It's five o'clock I done told her that I'm with the bros
Damn she say that she swollen
I told the bitch I'll come through and she know

Mista Tung Twista

Tung Twista

Runnin' Off at Da Mouth

1991

makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em 
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock

don't care no more

Times flying like a clock with wings
I want the rich life
So I've locked it in
I gotta live right
No time to just sit by
Music is my

me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway
Straight twisting mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right

Scarface around my block
Searching for my pops under the rocks
With the popsicle stick hanging outta' my mouth
Stuck in the mud so much I stopped giving

and get a real job? I worked around the clock. This was a real job. This was my real career, but I really wasn't making any money. The thought of having

When the beats drops  Im shattering speed clocks
I'm wondering how you say you're a man when your girl be keeping her knees locked
I teach shop with

days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else

the veins clogged, been screwing my whole life time to hang rock 
At home where I write my shit, my days are counted so I gotta life to live 
I do right by

don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck about nuttin')
I don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck about nuttin')

You the only one walkin' around with

Tbh
Written and performed by Derrell


FLIGHT FLIGHT
Rell
You Listening?


It’s still death before dishonor
What it’s supposed to be? (what it's

rock the boat

I said...

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often

To these crawling, my fingers cold, still relate
By the force, that draws the cogs in my clock work
The lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt
In

one roll
Don't get cracked around this bitch
My chain hang, we gangbang
I'm on that money route
Brother told me rock these shows and
We gon' make it out

Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s

day dreams
They say dream
I’ma work fein
My circle workin’ around clock
My knife tucked
This no glock
Hard to take a life
When you owe one to your god
I