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decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave

to break communication down
Now my smiles are replaced by my frowns that abound
The pounding of my heart is obstructed by the wrench
As the poetry of sad

1 2 3

I think I've been waiting for my time to come 
For way way too long I need it now
Time after time my mind defines the life I live
Deep down I

we'll drive someplace 
With the windows down and the music loud 
And your hand on my knee 

If you fall asleep at night 
And I can't be right by your side

at night 
And I can't be right by your side 
I hope you can hear this song 
And never feel alone 

You said that you'd take care of me 
Wanna go sailing

from Isaiah 11, 1-11, in Hebrew 

Verse 3
In his godforsaken tomb
Only lit up by the moon
c shadow's standing tall
Writing letters on the wall
Mixing

car
Kinda slick, sat down by Tori
Lauren talkin’ bout all they high school stories
Drinks goin’ down, ordered another round
She brush her high heels up

of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole

in a jeep and sallied forth
But by the time we had reached that position
No bears, not even footprints to prove they had existed
It happened three more

songs to get in the door
Why you think they're mad? We're the ones that win the war
Step your game or you can't step to Fred, I spend but I invest

The Bubble Bunch

Jimmy Spicer

The Full Length Funk: 12" Collection & More

1999

seen these people comin down the street
Who were lookin like six at first to me
Turned out only to be three
It was (the Bubble Bunch)
The Bubble

the speed
So I slow it down
Pack it, its gon' blow when we spin it right round
Pack it by the ounce, but we smoke it by the pound
Pack it by the sound, so we

You know pretty often I just take a late night drive all alone by myself, clear my mind a little bit
And very often I find myself in neighborhoods

on your block
Fuck how the opps take it
I let the ooze down his
Throat like he shot chasin'
But if we grapple, dawg
I beat your face red and white and have

that 2Real did
All this shit was done by me
So ima keep on turning up
I  just hit 3,000 stream
Get tha Dutch roll it up
Been on over 20 stages
Tell them

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

now a lot of folks know my song is no joke
So everyone around get down to what I got
Not confusing but I'm bruising anyone that trys to take my

life, tryin' to avoid the love lost
So 3, 2, 1, take off make songs, but actually I'm a rip-off
Can the damn Broncos finally make the playoffs
In

to Seatac
A technicolor attack
I stroll through the doors
And I wait inside indoors

DXM rain
Cannot stop the pain
DXM skies
No wrong to fantasize
DXM plains

to Seatac
A technicolor attack
I stroll through the doors
And I wait inside indoors

DXM rain
Cannot stop the pain
DXM skies
No wrong to fantasize
DXM plains

to speak
You could hold me down then we turn it to repeat
But when I hold you close it feel better to release
Coz baby you the worst even when you feel

Blind by the light because we shine bright
No flex of our own but we got All Might
Different type of way we aint turnt down
Different type of sight we

A technicolor attack 
I stroll through the doors
I wait in line, indoors

DXM Rain
Can not stop the pain
DXM Skies
No wrong to fantasize
DXM Plains
The sun is in

and 2000 years later we’re still praising him with songs
so wrap a gift, eat a treat, and be with family.
Share the love and forgiveness of the one who set

Bitch, they have a mirror by the door, deserve to get small
Ass, so I keep showin' my watch, I'm a showboater

Yeah, you signed a deal, but my wrist colder