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Night Light

Aesop Rock

Daylight

2002

buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em
Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow?
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks

Eight miles high and I'm doin' alright

Better move over 'cause you're goin' too slow

I feel the need for freedom now it's time to go

It's a fine line

are aligned perfectly straight
My rhymes are defined by a horizontal 8
A keepsake, a gift, I make art and music shapeshift
Seamless, this coupled motif

grounded when I touch earth
But I don't wanna fall asleep and wake up 6-feet in dirt

The crescent like a cold smile
Two-thirty eight-eight fifty-five miles

glare

Eight time
Ready for the next showtime?
Moved awkwardly
The steering corner to catch my knee
Sent me on an immediate boat flee

Split second, I

Flame on da track 
Сделал swag не за чек 
Они услышав это, спросят flame, но зачем 
Step by step, new level - high-tech 
Цокай дальше-hi hat, пока я

Yeah
We'd split our sides
You know its right
You know I miss them nights

Mate, did you ever think about that time we were so fucking high we couldn't

U Wanna Be Me

Nas

Vinyl LPs

2015

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past '8 Miles' of every state line
Eating alligators

I crawled on the top of a hill
You weren’t there
I swallowed 17 blue pills
To hope you’d appear
I climbed on the top
Of an eight mile high
Hate

into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned

eyes and wonder
This a nightmare or a dream
Split it two
You
Split in two I wait on you like
My mind torn by thoughts I knew why
Waste my time while you

to be complacent as life gets by
like a freight train without a conductor on auto pilot eight miles high

need a couple grams
And they been talking outlandish
And they know I'm in high demand, and
They get jelly, we just jam to it
That new C8 a hundred grand

Sempre in giro
Co i miei slime
Sempre fatto
Tyson High
Sempre a tutti
Gli open mic
Da molto prima
Di 8 Mile
Ma tu che ne sai di me
Dei miei bro
Della

a nigga's song under my label,
Versworldrecords,

So I shouldn't do more Splits already rip him apart by that method,

Y'all niggas can learn and see,
Who

Get the Picture

Kool Moe Dee

Word 4

1989

rap was crap
And wouldn't be around
Any longer than two years 
But eight years later
I'm still here
Fully paid
Because the rhymes I made
Made dollars

checks
Black cars, v8
V12 they are all germans
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for

what you know about my life
You think its all just sunny days
8 and a half years old
Me and my family split ways
Bounced around the country dealt with

The sound of the chainsaw splits the air
Today your tree comes down
Branch by branch, piece by piece
They lay that giant on the ground

Twas your

Eight ball weight
Got to make heaven wait
Before I'm given another clean slate
Destiny and prophecy over fate
Fight the balance in my body weight
I

Major Distribution

Snoop Dogg

Major Distribution

to NY
Snoop's master kush, smoke 9 to 5
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Rub it with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G's

Jon close by too
Right about now 
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from

Fuck What You Think

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo [Bonus CD]

1998

one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the god power for never fallin' for nothin' less
Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed

Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till