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sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh

Changes

King Curtis

Live at the Fillmore West

1971

(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album

tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song

You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted

(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)

Uh, get your mans
If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red

take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

My first album had no
Famous guest

Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle

We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop

stones up to the top like I'm a mason
Like the president, I gon be known by the nation
Canada's finest moving like my name Drizzy Drake bitch
Came in this

darkness
But somehow still ooze out confidence, 
Cruise Down with the Moody Blues looking so dominant, 
Uncover anything that ominous 
Replay what you gotta

Because I'm home grown, where I'm right when I'm wrong
Bet I got you singing along by the end of this song

Tall dark and handsome but I'm moody yeah I'm

I'ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms
Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin'
I be red rummin', I be rack racin'

I got pink money, I got blue money
I

The Triboro

Big L

The Big Picture (1974-1999) [Reissue]

2000

them niggas don't, talk no shit
Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click
Where the track stars come to warm up for a race
Blue

this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle,

She gave me cold feet
Come on over then we can go deep
Beating it up red and blue, ain't talking police
Draining my soul, no Geto vibes, she get

Yikes
YFN
Every time you hear my music

I need blue hunnids when I hit the scene (scene)
Don't need twenty models from the magazines (zines)

we hit the streets
Got a Guinness while people sang some songs in
English
Got some Guinness stew, let me tell you it was
great
Next day walked around

a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,

Artist: Big Ham and Mick Fury
Song Title: The Depths
Album: Thoughts Of The Mind
Typed By: aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

(Rain Drops)

Big Ham:
As I

snoopy
Don't fuck with these bitches I know that they groupies
Im swingin this choppa' he thinkin' it's moody
Now he on a plate they thought he was sushi

Amiri my jeans the fuck a Ksubi
Walk in the spot my song on repeat
All these drugs got me feeling type moody
Booker he tripping he off of the lean
Bend

your neck bone down to your Achilles
Like a Mack truck, hit me, that's the way it make me feel
You from the sunny city, but I'm from the oil field
H-Town

on
ive been counting by my lonesome
only hit me when you want somethin
they never hit me up to show love nah
they never hit us up to show love
(did ya?)

a 40 by my side
Tuck in shordy every night, then hit the city like I'm Batman
GTA, the way I drive the whip and leave it ransacked
Thought I saw

this album and find zero fucking flaws
And I kinda feel like Malcolm the way I picked you off
I think we gonna get this three-peat hit the last two with