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to hem shows, I'm ready to sew
Pass me the needle, you get the cloth
Kunta'll get the thread and we'll all break bread
This is the true birth

Gangsta Sh*t

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you

Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with

Message Sent

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss

far with just myself 
I rap alone with no one else 
You see I did this by myself 
You cannot judge I am myself 
I ain't really get no help 
I came up

ears)
I didn't wanna rap no mo (No moreeee)
I didn't wanna rap no mo (I didn't wanna rap)
I didn't wanna rap no mo
But my girl started tripping (She

head
It's a torture to know you were never content
I told Dan, "Send me somethin' that's close to four minutes
'Cause I've got a lot to get off of my

could pull
No matter what you're trying to do
As long as I can flow along with you

(Oh) I wanna hold you close but never hold you back
Just like

Need no edit
Oh naw, wanna diss me Forget it
"Mbee gon' drop you so Hot", you said it
No Ralph but the record I Wreck it
Got that wave on my chest That's

swept in by the racks
Plus I do this shit for fun, aye
Killing, I don't need no gun
Hop on a track and I run
These hoes gon' know I'm the one
Hate

wanna rap let's let's do this
Man wanna get this knowledge to the youths
Let's hit the ends and let's do this
I don't wanna hear excuses
Nah no excusses

, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

ways deeper than the paper credit
Working hard for me to get though I got it as a gift, cut the edit
Prewrote I'll tell you where I'm headed
Trying

I get it crackin like Chris rock in Madagascar
They keep tryna edit me out but I close the chapter
Nobody ever can measure mention me for better
Say

Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
And this right here ain't no rap (no rap shit)

Live my lifestyle 'bout that trap shit (that trap shit)
I been doin'

profound
No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth

the Klumps
Any nigga that want it, get it
He can get fitted from long range
No game, nigga we bring the pain
ScHoolboy and one letter, you know the name
Kill

hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about

Black Acura

Pac Div

GMB

2012

bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this

time you're close G
But third time you do 3
Rolling stones
She just wanna roll my boat
I just get the cash and go
I'm not in it for no hoe
Kill it slow

Nobody Does It Better

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

the same
I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin' the game
And you wonder why I can't get no peace
I'm makin' more than the chief of police

I'm Short,

like him
Your bars are probably written
By Kano's right hand what? Calm down
I'm mellow, this ain't no hype, fam
What you jumping about for?
If you wanna

spittin' before my mother's water broke it's not even close you bitch I'm by far the goat
Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your

blessing me it's heavenly
Yeah

No matter where you look I will be there
So you better get used to me used to me
Every ten fan show I would be there
Know