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so I spur her like Boris... tourist
Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant
So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred

Lights in the sky
I see them floating
Is this shit too potent?
Surge through my body 
All of this energy
Maybe they'll notice
Geometry in all

If It's Alright With You

U-God

The Great White Hype

1996

[Featuring you God] 
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style 
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn 
Politic 
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino 
Here we

so I spur her like Boris... tourist
Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant
So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred

Faking Love

Shaka Ponk

The Evol'

2017

We're moving out to Mexico
I don't know
You're giving me nothing, come on now
You're better off wishing more by now
I'm better solo in my bungalow

Hours that I spend by the laptop
Never done cuz the bar that I set's high
I might just dip in the bag for another couple grams
Save up a stack Imma need

a flower say "dearly departed" 
Malice is in my heart, so I'm smashing recklessly and slashing
And I'm about to start shit, I need an outlet

Man I need

Ode to Billie Joe

Roch Voisine

Americana

2008

"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was

St. Jude
I'm the flower by the river
Yet I die of thirst
The last to meet the savior but somehow I came in first
Die for what I believe in
I live

is a diamond set to a golden ring
she is all she is everything
she is the water in a strangers tear 
she is a comfort in a time of fear
she is the gift

the coop
With no key
Boxed into more boundaries and hoops 
By the week 

There’s a monster in my flat 
telling me to embrace it
I’m worried sick my color's

it on their face, Oh you surprised that I rap?
Niggas judge by the cover
Where's the fucking sense in that?
Yeah, Look at the girls in the fucking

leave it home
'Cause I'ma kill that mothafucka if bring it along
By myself no backup just me alone
All bars no hook, I don't need a song
No topic so I'm

talkin
They ain't givin' flowers to you till you in your coffin
Hit the Golden State and brought back eight, I feel like Monte Ellis
Got that front, but

beholden to truth that's golden like you
Be holding onto you like glued

Ona in the booth screaming truth though I pictured it
Tears are real love I feel

carry those
Bummy sneakers, what are those?
Get in going, golden go
Hunts Point got the hottest hoes
Inner city tragic woes
Splattered street,

Is what we mobbin' for
Another day, another dime
In a drug war for living by the thug law

If you saw me in the streets, kid
You wouldn't think that

golden showers
The hoe that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers
Is that necessary?
Me and Halle Barry in a bubble bath
Just got back from Germany, I'm

couldn't love me for another night
Left me in spite and said I didn't treat her right
Bein' victimized by people who play the victim
My phone my tablet

your womb came a different life than that in which Adam left his children naked.

O flower, your did not germinate from dew nor from drops of rain, nor

Gathers to find
Breadcrumbs
That lead into the wood

Won't you come lay with me?
There is no such thing as being too much
In Love

Flowers bloom from our

When the rain pours it pours for real
The drops don't heal till your time is sealed
I dreamed caskets tied in ribbons and bows
Sunny the glow flowers

crumble to dust put lesser men in a stretcher

Greatness was the norm now we can't do with it
A wilted flower from the past passed by the new wicked
Being

Lovely Day

Michelle Tumes

Michelle Tumes

2006

You're the sweet dreams that soothe me
When I can't fall asleep
You're the field in the middle of the city
When I'm rushing by at the speed