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no, I can't cuff em' all
She tryna make me love my heart, so I ain't cuff at all

Fuck all my bitches one by one, ain't no free for all
You can't call

Waves of anger fill my sea
Drifting into apogee Incentives
drive ideology
While we spill our blood for hypocrisy
All I see is broken keys Gates

[Hook 1]
Run black man
Young black man
You don’t wanna go back fam
Known fact man
Betcha got a goal
No trap bands, goin Pac Man
Running from

Mcat in our den
Blast off clothes goth
Suicide in our minds but we keep it going on
Cigarettes in the bed
No detox, clothes off
Black box in my hand

black
Lackin' ass
Get hit with mood swings (Mood Swings)
You get hit with mood swings
You get hit with mood swings
Brody go back-to-back
Cock it back

and in fun
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play
I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day.”

You may blame ol' MacMahon for killing

Horsemen

The Bees

Free the Bees

2004

He was thinking like a madman
He was jealous on his own
And the sooner he figures
That he won't be going home
They left him the front key
Post

Run it
Imma send you mother fuckers back to school
Even though I dropped out of all my classes, dude
I never was a bully but off black and juice,

What I Know

Royce da 5'9"

Death Is Certain

2004

on the same page, that you can't type on
So I black out, the usual same way
The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on

I'ma tell you what I know, what I

wrong

Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong

P Diddy:
United we stand, divided we fall

N'Sync: (J.C.)
Oh you know

Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got

You can live by the sword  and die by the pen
I write in black but all of my rum is red
I bet you wish I had targeted ya man's instead 
But if you

Testimony

Vader

Black to the Blind and the Darkest Age-Live 93

2003

before the time,
They're still waiting at the gates,
Find the wisdom in the starlight!
I have found the key,
I have seen the lands which no map has

spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood

Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don

got to be the key
Now ready with the words I’ve been waiting to say
But as she walks by I see a guy get in the way
He’s tall with broad shoulders

just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,

black bitch Chocolate Tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no

dick, don't talk, give top (Huh)
Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef
These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh)
I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by

U.P.T.

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

my hand I'm goin' to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'm goin' to bring it
I ain't backin' down from no nigga that's nathan'
If the nigga say

a Mickey Ds
It’s a Sunday morning under the Georgia sun
A black man named Ahmaud goes on a run
This run will be assaulted by two blasts of a gun
Running

In the Bottomless

In the bottomless there is darkness 
In the bottomless there is quiet
No distinctions
No surface

In the bottomless pit 
We lack

now a shadow of my past with nothing here to keep
Alone is my way now
No man can wander by my side 

Ginnungagap
Ginnungagap
Ginnungagap
Ginnungagap

I

And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan