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in sight
The Truth might make you shiver. Colder than Touches, Tender, that
Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell
No Superjail, writing bars in my cell

A.D.A.M.

X Clan

Xodus

1992

of David on the grill
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
Bring on your G's, your Q's, your are's and your Alphas
It is time - Shalom!

Goin In

Rittz

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

goin' in
Better take cover I'm goin' in
Fuck all here we go again

I did it I'm guilty, my lyrics are filthy
I'm the rapper these fat bitches ask

Going through hell I'm heaven sent 
Every single instrument I can feel it in the air venting over the snare thereputic grooving like the tempo can't

Yeah I do what I can just tryna get this right
And I'm sure you could tell by the look in my eyes
That I'm going to hell but I'm gonna be alright

and then I’ll take a hit
I’m passing people putting power paragraphs up in my lyrics
Peering tently at the mirror to my appearance
Pretty diamond earrings

lyrics are written I'm sitting sort of annoyed
Cause sometimes an hour's all the time that I need
But other times an hour doesn't even water the seed
It

A lot of things are really unclear for me right now
That's interesting, now you mentioned your depression
No I didn't
You're from Nebraska right?

An Attempt to Tip the Scales

Bright Eyes

Fevers and Mirrors

2000

A lot of things are really unclear for me right now
That's interesting, now you mentioned your depression
No I didn't
You're from Nebraska right?

track?
Only my real fans are going to get that
My manager told me not to say y'all suck
But really man all your shits so wack
I got no chip on my

can't breathe
By feelings of uncertainty
Things that constantly worry me
Will I ever be free
Will I ever be huh free
I'm pretty sure his marriage is in

I don't give a fuck - these rappers, they are hella plain
Wrap my lyrics around their heads like fuckin' cellophane
Half these rappers are bitch

that I love the most
Makin' money from turning mics to toast
Lyrics resurrect the devil from the ground
Hell hounds at my front door are found
With

One two three four
Drool

Most lyrics don't mean anything
People got used to repeating things
Singing along doesn't feel so wrong
Til' you realize

"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
Six

I've been in the LAB just cooking up
Started chasing dreams things are looking up
We them boys now take a look at us
Never needed a crew it's just

with bum and cleavage men going crazy for the kitty ay
Ugly betty turn pretty but it's fake bum and titties ay
Pretty woman whine that waist turn that

grew apart from them hoes
Lyrics I sing are her moans
But still got a shot for them clones
Flowing with hate, where the paddleboat
A lotta love still

rapper is with the language
Slam it doing damage think I'm going to need a bandage
One thing I've been thinking bout is speeding up keeping up
Farthest

things now
I still remember way back when
It was easier to be myself
And make lots of friends
But now I'm lost in my own head
Bending and breaking but

Each line that i'm rhyming
Is realigning your chakras
Without activating em, it's a crazy thing
Kamikaze captain
I'm captivating to even those
Whose

Allies

Poor Righteous Teachers

This Is Hip Hop [This Is]

1998

feel thrust when I touch like Midas 

My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous 

Wyclef and Pras they drop hits wherever they goes like Gladys

and never get up
Shit don't get tough
When I'm going downhill
I look at that as momentum
R.I.P to the ones I lost
The only thing that get to me
We don't do no

Got me blowing my funds on you in the mall,
Going out sad bout the girls but so what, 
Blowing my racks on these girls but so what, 
I tried to be