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baseball stadiums, talkin' to Joe Morgan 
Cincinnati Reds, I'm over your heads 
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush 
No time for coffee, ice

of the darkest Guinness with an Irish heart
Three passports, one of them red, two of them blue
Lived Finsbury, and Stock Newington too
'Bout to witness the rise

automate, grow
Burning in the hole, burning in the hole
Now let me build my words, I need a second or two
I'm captivated by the way I'm imitative of you

Chorus
Game over
Already over
You are a poison in my life
I love yaa you know i love yaa
You bring the devil to my bright

Verse 2
Sorry I don’t wanna stay

THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying

the NNUTTHOWZE!

[Hook x2: Tech N9ne]
NNUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch
Sick shit is our business
Fly high by the night so (muthafucka)
Let me know
What's yo psycho?

I was drivin' down the highway with 300 horses
Growling right under my hood
I watched the red sun risin' over Tucson
On my way to work
I don't know

his momma while she's hangin' with her friends
He's underneath a rock while she's already over him
He's stayin' up all night, drinkin' that whiskey

already to rich
Lessons in my mind circulate and open screens
Two imaginations so patient through fits, rotational shifts
Jordan

Coexisting, new

music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

Look uh, first off, I'm poppin' nigga, fuck all y'all
Y'all lucky I don't let this thing touch all

name
I already got the chain (chain)
clready got the Rover (Rove) 
Shit I put you up on game (game)
Now no one can get over (over)
Other n***as hella

but I hear your heartbeat
We were drivin' down Sunset
You know I love fast cars
Passed by where we first met
Damn, we made it so far
Red eyes from

John Hughes Endings

Hanalei

We Are All Natural Disasters

She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.

Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland

a girl and tell the DJ to play our song
This is me already over you and moved on
When you swore I'd be hurting
But baby the Proofs In The Bourbon 

I think

Trinity, yeah
M30, Yerky, yeah, lean and some weed, the holy trinity
Holdin' my lil' breeze up in the air, that red card, yeah, that Penalty

Up on Fishman

armor
You defend, I offend. my flow cracks you like a sledgehammer
the next is medic is what you need to
But you already in 6 feet deep listenin'

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand

the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a

White boy, white boy,

Funkin' Lesson

X Clan

To the East, Blackwards

1990

Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,

Bangin' Screw

Paul Wall

Get Money, Stay True

2007

and you already know.

[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm still on that five-9,
But might see me on that five-8 comin' down,
All over the town I like to get around,

y'all like a nice red mouthpiece to fit over that grill?
I'm not Roddy Ricch, so please excuse me for being antisocial
PC culture got me on the witness

it anymore
You already have a place up above
All is quiet nothing moves for miles
Flat fields of bodies and cries
The earth is red
Calm is the gray sea

It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex

vision in low light
Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless
And a broke nose might just be done drippin'
Wet all night
It dries deep red