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Speaking of popping she popping it
If I ain't the goat I'm synonymous (Ooh)
You are not known you anonymous
Being on stage gives me confidence (Oh my god)

night long
Can't fall asleep with my demons so strong
More Demon Days than Damon Albarn
I made an EP that sounds like an album
And to those who listen I

Back in nineteen ninety five...
I used to start it off like:

Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit

a nigga made it
She know the lyrics to this shit but we still local, crazy
When am I gone make it?
I'm so mother fucking starving wonder bout the bread
Why

that that makes me better but the long life
That I'm gon be living to deliver this mission
Of blissfully written raps that bringing in all the women
It's

till ya tissues gone shook
When niggaz ran to they pistols to hit you hard
This games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your card
Like playin' Russian

Yeah
This is Hope
Welcome to Red Man
Are you ready?
I said, are you ready?
This my Native tongue
Y'all should known by now we were gon' come back
Say

Woo, I didn't see you there
It's a sincere pleasure to be
Back with you all
From sunny Wells, Maine to wherever you are

(Gotta get) By, so I'm

A Better Me

Poor Old Lu

A Picture of the Eighth Wonder

This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.

person head
Married to the game traditionally
Divorce papa we get better understanding I'm made boy

Wanne this is a trip to the south
You can travel by

Follow Instructions

M.O.P.

Duck Season, Vol. 1

2002

"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r

The Whistle Song

Chiddy Bang

Peanut Butter and Swelly

2011

Used to watch Apollo and now we higher than shuttles are
RealChiddy, follow it, only like the ladies that swallow spit
That's when I'm not in the stu

understand me
When I drop another album and you buy
It help me feed my family
Or when you hit me up to
Get a verse or a beat
This submerged till some realness

Gone are the days I made music for all my crushes
Rather naive I believed it'd get me somewhere but
Chances are she don't know or never heard it

on a bus trip
Slap chips kaaping is tomato no mustard I love this
Half a loaf of bread for the budget
We get this paper lifting my duime
My kinners are reger

When we kissed
Did you tell your boyfriend
Will he only find out
When i release this album
I don't like the fact
That I've been played
And by the choice

this album, wanna buy or sell?
Only got two racks, can't you tell?
I'm still in school, 'bout to ring the bell

Made out with your bitch in the backyard

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

ground for your pager

I'm zoning, zoning, no repetition, bout to catch flight to Norway
Off this singing man I'm gon' hit a lick, I'm like Jose you are

Man I tell you what. Rappers today...
All they do is mumble on and on about 
Some molly, lean, xanny's
It's like them drugs made em' 
Lose all they

I don't get plays
Barely get paid
I've got it made
Don't have much clout
Don't get shout out
Don't stress me out

Yeah, I'm bumping myself in

Dear Rap let's take a walk so you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain't doing well, well I'll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans

tense up all my bone
Made 3 albums for the kids
Just for them to shop at lids
My merchandise always bids
I'm so tired of the work
Kids around they just

attack
And you know that if he dies you wouldn't know how to act
Cause that's the only reason that's why you are where you're at
I'm self made so I know