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Rankin Road
North of Greens
Yea
Lets take it back to White Gate Lane
When life was so simple, man but how things change
Momma off of brain surgery

for real, then yes, I know I’m bold
Yeah, I’m a predator, I move with wolves
These labels want talent, then they just hit gold
That’s the greatest raw

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

the greatest
She all on my line and I tell her just say less
I can't be with bitches that know I'm the greatest
I came here with bitches and all I'm the most
I

Leaving everybody outline i'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes
Getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is a
Lil kid

a motherfucker
Cause I really want it with the team

Roll up in a clean whip, puffin' on the green shit
Run up on your team quick, hit em with the beam clip
You

doing here?
I don't know whats going on
What the fuck is that supposed to be?
Who's that green little bastard over there in the corner?
Don't worry about

the greatest rhymes
Learn a thing or two from pioneers ahead of all the times
Working on an album, Jay produced, let me speak the truth
Ready or not, here we

nigga you done know
The realest to do it
Don't ever confuse it
Could never be fake
Man I'm one of the greatest
And that's on my ex
(Girl mhm)
I was her

the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world

hit
I need some cheese, cheese, cheese
I ain't smiling bout sh**
I want them VVs on my neck and all on my wrist
I'm shooting green beans all this year
I

Check the speed
I look good as fuck when I hit the scene
Im going fast, Check the speed
Ima Be the greatest (legend) that they've ever seen
Period
Shittin

well
We are some partying mothafuckas"

Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick

The day that I'm irrelevant
Is my greatest fear
Just cause Im coming up
Doesn't mean that I've done enough
Ain't gonna be no one hit wonder
No one

Keep It Real

Kool Moe Dee

Raiders of the Lost Art

1994

it how they faded
All the great except the latest
Style created by the greatest
Rappin, rhymin, rhythmic climbin
Funky timin, rhyme designin
Lyric

Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes 
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with

My Conscience

KRS-One

The Elephant in the Room [Clean]

2008

[Fat Joe]
Coca! Krills!
{A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist}
Uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...

Uh! I don't give a fuck,

Ya all vibe with the greatest
Ya all vibe with the greatest
I be legend i be G.O.A.T
See the vibe i created
See the vibe i created
No be play no be

This How We Eat

Too Short

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some

representamos marihuanos

Smoking the green shit , así hicimos el pacto 
Con las calaveras , formamos el asalto
Muchos no creían pero seguimos en contacto
Cállese

I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in a Rolls, 2020,

Green on, got it on repeat 
Girl, you all I (Al Green)
Al Green on, off the alcohol, she on alchemy
Coming after me, what she say to, what she say

to the green
Shorty might go D1 cuz she for the whole team
She stay doing me right she the real MVP
She gon dance on the D like that one nigga Speed
Let me hit