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identity has plunged in
To some sort of abyss, well shit, that might be it
Cause with, the way I spit, it's unlikely to craft a hit
But this, ital youth

to the lord for help
And know that me myself and he is all I need and that is fine by me
I take each day I live as a lesson
As well as a blessin'
I'm always

to be lit, see I'm bound to be shit
Sounds that we spit may surround all these hits
I do not give a fuck what you think
Actually, that is a lie
Act like I

that hardly seems fair"

One more time

No one was prepared for the man man who carries his haters by their hair
Then send them with my gam gam down

that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

Buck, buck, buck

I think I was born inside a cabana
With diamonds and gold on top of the Phantom
Jesus told Mary, "Go get me a hammer"
I'll

on my face
I've got grace you can't replace
Crying tears of joy
Cause I've been hit with YAH's mighty mace
This is just a race
Will you make it

that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we

I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your

And pantsuits owned by Hilary Rodham,
So just do me a favor
Take this album and blast it
And Understand you just been blessed With an instant classic
This is what

I said it's called The Burning Hell
I said I've never heard of you
I said that's probably just as well

Just to make conversation I told you about

wasted and call up my ex (she's ugly)
Nah
All the options are wrecked (totally)
I better hit the studio
And record something in fact
I'm dropping the album

Keep It Gangsta

Kurupt

Der Beste Tag Meines Lebens

2002

ins Auge wie Bushwick Bill
Ich Kill at Will, und "Hit 'Em Up", Rap-A-Lot
Lös' mit meinem Album gleich den angeblich besten deutschen Rapper ab
Statt

It's round 2 and all the haters got the nose bleed seats
Oh well you guessed it I'm a trapper and I keep my shit discrete
Oh boy your shit sounds

I said it's called The Burning Hell
I said I've never heard of you
I said that's probably just as well

Just to make conversation I told you about

All 4 You

Nappy Roots

The Pursuit of Nappyness

2010

was cold, didn't see Yellowstone is was closed
Well the albums coming soon, matter fact June
Hit my page, give me your thoughts on the tunes

oh, God, I'm think about forever with you
Only time tells and can you tell me the time?
'Cause someone like you as hell to find, hella fine
Well, if

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same

sorry
Yo we’ll make it outta here
Now it’s clear see the path I’m headed on if I steer
May my ethics be my pedals and my prayers be my wheels
On the real

a dog, well you can get neutered
I got the work, this cost fewer
Whole lotta sticks, this one newer
My trap beneficial like who need a tutor
Bitch give me

next to me
Looking all good and shit
Hit her with the yawn trick
And she wasn't having it
When we ate at dinner try to talk and she laughed a bit
I

a branch from someone with a strong mind
Lend your hand out, I don't see none
Guess I'm by myself until I see some
Just anything even an opinion
Just to help

album mode,
  Sip this shit its not whiskey, this be jus pepsi, zip yuh lip prissy bitch, yuh too tipsy, just don’t let trip see, typically this’ll lead’

I get high I get high
Roll up another one roll up another one

Well I woke up one morning and the sun was shining birds chirping finna be a good day

the speakers
I’m eager to become a leader that’s deeper gotta move meter by meter
To become a teacher that preaches to the weaker and the meeker 
Transform into