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I don't remember much
Rain storms in the summer haze
Humid skies, pretty white lies out of luck
A few birthdays
I can't say you're everything I ever

say I love you
And I wanna come by
And tell you
He's not good for you
He's not good for you
No he's not
I'd be good for you
He should rot
And I'm into

outside of my home
If I keep rappin', they won't leave me alone
As an independent artist
Ain't no label stoppin' what you expose
Like these celebrities

do not give a fuck
No
Please do not touch me
I just want my strap sucked
Please stop moving funny
You bringing on Bad luck
These dudes some dos
Lil

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hold on, huh
I make this shit look
Hold on, hold on, look, huh

I make this shit look good, uh
Flexin'

a famous trumpet man
From out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that
No one else could play
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie

Say What

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel

2004

Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can

down
Thought that I'd give that up by now

If you wanna come visit
It's a long way down
I'd move to the city if I
Thought I'd make it out
But you're

the sun become the night
The world above will not longer harbour them
The world below will no longer stand by them
Good night good luck is all that is said

Legions, upon legions
Roam the roads to nowhere
Street wise ragged with rage
Fucked by society, left outside
The systems cold embrace
Insane, Unsafe,

Blown Away

Akon

Konvicted [CD/DVD]

2006

they hood up
But 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck
You're gonna ride on a man and catch 25
Or get hit and get sent to the other side
You lose

Every Picture Tells a Sto

Rod Stewart

My Favourite Songs

1995

your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed

tell me that I'm pretty

If you're the best thing I have there's no luck for me
If you think she's better, then you can barely see
And I need you to need

Words From the Front

Tom Verlaine

Words from the Front

1982

January twenty third
There's no road
It's been raining now for three days
We're in mud up to our knees

If luck prevails and I'm given leave
I

Turn off that voice inside
You gone haunt me 
If I'm dead or alive 
You'll be there by my side 
No matter what 
I don't want test my luck yeah
No matter

on the system
Phycological defiance will cave in
Wait in line
Who's the next one special enough to get by
But it's never a issue if it's a white lie
It's no

a dozen dimes (no cap)
The petty kind, might kill ya 'cause they see you shine (stay strapped)
I done had to have a talk with myself many times (for real)

Life is a party
When you’re gone and when you’re not around
Wake up in the mornin’ there ain’t no one by my side
But being alone is better, being with

to fall
The birds can always sing for no reason at all
So tell me where am I supposed to be to get that type of luck
Because walking around here you always

luck
We can solve our problems with the hands that we've got
No need to pour more troubles on top
We can be friends
Life forgot
So let the day get old

Just the way you like it

Alright, Ok 

Tell me something, Michelle
What do you know?

I see myself as someone who's learning (mhh hmm)
And evolving by

almost having happy days
No promises to keep
Weeknight drinks, I get used to this
Be here forever but I wont
Chew me up piece by piece, oh god I miss your

a wish 
Ooh, just remember luck is no such thing
One man succeeds while another man fails
Why is it then you ask the stars up above?
The planets

feel like
Im dreaming
dont wake me up
let me
fly by
your side
I almost
did stop
believing
I was down on my luck
until you
entered
my life