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shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

The Beginning of the End [Album Version]

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine
And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?
It's gettin realer by the second in the future

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prove what I produce by spraying up the room in due time
You'll find it difficult to breathe outstanding
Niggas like me will never take a seat
Break

if you got the guts

A hard pill to swallow

We’re all just Kids On Drugs lost again feeling shallow

Never landing on a hard spot hand reach for

7. The Great Escape

I. ...and The Earth Wept

I tuck you in ever so gently
Still you cried and turned from me
You stepped on my heart
I forgave you

To all my enemies I know you hear this
FUCK YOU! I hope your son's retarded and
Your daughter is buck tooth
Hope your Moms hit by a truck too
But I

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

flight, flipping at the last second Damn right
If he never, sought out the inner
Taught now forever, and another day turns it better
Earn that cheddar,

set them all on fire
Because I am stunned by how the
Light in your eyes resembles
Brightening skies
Mate, I would fight for your
Life like it was mine

It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this

Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial

go natural. 
But at sixty-eight, approaching the big seven zero, her life long vanity would not allow it. 
And so, as the portable radio blared, she

gut
Them treater slut
Slutty
I just really wanna have the money
Young nigga really
Gotta have it all
Young nigga really Paddy wacky
And you already know

Mama said to trust in what the reverend say
I look at my skin and see a better way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was

aside, handle mine, add the cheddar
Kiss the chef
Nah gut, skin, and eat the chef before he eats the rest
I'm here to keep the nest safe and sound

Blackest coffee thicker style just to
Start the day this fucking brain is a
Cell the hinges start to break
I love working in the shadows
Some ninjas

Thrift Shop Junkie

Voodoo Glow Skulls

Firme

1995

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what [x7]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty

be surprised by your findings

Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some

call me by my skin, dismissin’ the spectrum,
Black soul, white voice, a target in the system.
Home is just a house, echoes in the hall,
Silence is my

seven, sight

Stop
Stop

As right as it might seem
To overshare, troll or meme
That's just low self esteem
In your brain like a bull in a china

we are, to anywhere that we are
Still living like the third world even in the first

I rep for the second generation of African immigrants
Resisting

'cause we all got times, yeah

Coppers try'na lock me up and chain me
Judge me by my skin, they don't care 'bout where my brain be
Sometimes I wanna

been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 shit, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7

And I don't really wanna go back to that shit
But I'm glad to have like twenty-seven fans that be fucking with me
Stall my entrance into the real world