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equally dope 
You won't believe the kinda shit that comes Outta that kids throat

I just took that from shinoda
I'm taking over the game
I give 100 percent

over your mountaintops
Both suns rained down tiny drops
You made it plain for me to see
You hate standing here next to me
And too many of you will come

Grand Finale

Ice Cube

Crunk Juice

2004

it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggas'll send you

"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling

is as long she sexy 
On my own here 
So just come over don't text me 
And we don't talk drama have it handled directly 
Why you always say some shit

Happiness

The Pointer Sisters

The Best of the Pointer Sisters [RCA 2000]

2002

dos, don'ts and whys
You hold on to the good and you let the bad go on by, alright

Happiness
I want your love forever
Happiness
Give me your love

I know the do’s and don’ts
I know who will, who won’t
Every other day I see a new podcast
Coming like talking shows

It’s like mandem are talking

Cherish me soon before I die
Bury me in my favorite clothes
Plain white tee and those pants with holes
Honestly I'm just trying to grow
Fall like leaves,

I was born down by the river where the water turns to mud
To a family full of violence and a legacy of blood
People don't come knockin' cause of my

Positivity

The Black Eyed Peas

Behind the Front

1998

realm, no perpetrator
A society choose the elevator
Of success by identity cross-fader
Complex thinking they're really much greater
Plain raw, harness

get up in bed, Fun on the road we're havin bares 
Got gunz on the road leave you mum in tears
When it comes to da P's I'm over protective 
Come to beef

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin

attached to, all of the white noise, all of the white noise
Taking over all your vision, making you forget where your suppose to be
You're get distracted, by

Briefcase Boogie

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott

you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,

The Heat

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,

I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep

high and mighty
But you're h- and as mighty as seniors in tighty-whities
Have no issues with the L, G, B people at all
But when Ts and beyond want

been me up there
Waving my white plain tee up there
With my friends on the ground tryna see up there
I just hope that you rest and you're free up

the ocean
Swim with the dolphins
Go from coast to coast
Hey come baby make i rock your boat

Your neck your back
Look i can bend you over like this
I can you

(Uh) envy in plain sight

Yo, I used to know my jail ID like ABC
No ACT can get passed ya ADT 
Home invasion, chrome blazin', ACP
Sock over ACGS

millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are

For the white horse hills of the Pewsey Vale is the place that he will keep

Come lift up your glasses and sing with me now
If you want a taste

Massachusetts

Arlo Guthrie

Amigo

1976

from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please