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Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D. nigga
19th and yes LeBorda(?) pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I wanted
And I

ready?
Come on

[Will Smith]
When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day)
I'd earned the cream that make phat rocks gleam
Phat rhymes to make it seem

never survive as I thrive cause I crawled out the window on a current that was trying to swallow me whole sold at a bulk rate price and held at bay by

of dropping an E.P
Nah nigga, shit too H.A.R.D
Peace Peace with your lungs say peace peace, Peace Peace
Looking good on paper and in 3D, 3D
I had thoughts

and I'm gonna cum
a VCR ???? some porno flicks
rudolph the red nose reindeer
??? like a everlastin' gobstoper
??? poppa
I dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts

I'd be a believer
If it was all just song and dance
I'd be a believer
If I thought we had a chance

The line up, the quiet
The bleeding heart

pain 
I wish they’d set them free
Set them free

Are they all born just to die in a cage?
Products in a line engraved with an expiry date
Are they all

enough cash in the bank
And there's always another scheme
To be played out on the world by the one's pulling rank
And if you'd ask me if I could stop it,

to the basics
Like Tigger in the basement, yeah I was patiently waiting, you niggas not taking my shine
Don't understand how you niggas getting by Reciting them

In the days when Rosie beckoned girls to join assembly lines
A mixture simply named "Undark" made wristwatch faces' shine
And women with

-R
Tumblr, xxxtentacion.tumblr.com, so X-X-X-T-E-N-T-A-C-I-O-N, dot tumblr, T-U-M-B-L-R, dot com.
And, um, I'm pretty sure that'd be it.
Alright, well,

is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

a book, a thousand pages end to end

And I know that if I dogear any page
I’d tear it by mistake
If I fold or crease a single piece, I’d keep
From you

Oh,

The Grand Finale

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E

stuck on the front line
Feel like I've been here enough times
I've been waiting for

Yeah
A lil' gaff by the seaside
Never left Manny, I was trapped

when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9

"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We

It wasn't easy to survive
So one by one we all left home
To change our way of life.

I got a job in a factory
On that old assembly line
Gonna climb

The system dismembering
That sits on assembly lines written by still minds who never enquiry
I hope they all memory
By the time I am remembering
Their bling

collateral damage
That has been dealt, it wasn't me
John Connor
It was the other T-800 Series Model 101
He stole my spot in the assembly line
I'm a clone

on this curb
Stand by every word
Stand by and I work
Pray to my GOD like church
Used to be S-I-M-P
Now they F-I-E-N-D
Know they want K-O-N-I
Gotta be

County Line

Coolio

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 2: West Side

1996

Verse One:

Seven in the morning, standing in the line
three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
two in the back of me sucking on a joint

I'd stop self stifling, fronts cycling
Designing projections I deemed worthy of heightening
What a charlatan
Expertly crafted pristine artifice
Depart

to the side
And put it all on the line
I’m yours, and your mine
Always by your side
Protect you with my life
I put it all on the line
We’ll lose it all over