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'cause I be 'round La Brea
They know we get live
My cousin got robbed right by my dog
But, I picked my homeboy side
How do I seem in front of my people

the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up

into a state of peace
I force it
Inside the rhyme
This time I find some fire
Helped defined what I'm
Searching for outlined
By lines in my line of sight

Keep On

Slum Village

Some Kinda...

2005

play by rules an I'm ma keep on
At least that the plan but if you keep on
I might be forced to leave game alone
(You hot like fire)
It hurts

Carlene asked if she could marry me
Driving round in daddy's car
I gave her my graduation ring 
Down by the lumber yard 
I felt the violent hit of her

The sun is a yellow moon,  across the river.

I'm in the mix on the low, my frequency is where the neon lights glow 
y'all remember the peep shows

tears start to brew
Your smile sparks courage, igniting my fire
Dreaming of the day when I can join you by the wire
Maybe it's K, you'll find a clue,
In

driven highway switching lanes
Neighborhood watch summer barbeque
Blasting model rockets off behind grade schools
Stealing couch change to play arcade

wanna be in
So lets begin
By dancing and singin around a fire
Stars are reflectin offa your eye yeah in that moonlight

Summertime
Is Finally Here
Long

If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X 
My Martin Luther King because (Martin had a dream)
He's too fire to go

a fire drill
This a check
TR-EY
Call me, Trey
Don't got, no more
Time to, play
They too, buddy
Buddy, lame
Niggas, pussy's
All the, same
If I'm

not a thug so nigga get it clear
You might have to come with half a dub before you get in here
Never playing by the rules, my niggas interfere
I've been

You attract so much attention
People are crazy about you
Even my friends go nuts as I mention
That I simply passed somewhere near you
I must

Battle Hymn of Lt. Calley

C Company

Truck Stop Sweethearts & C.B. Savages: The Plantation Records Story 1968-1981

2013

Forgotten on a battle field then thousand miles away
While life goes on as usual from New York to Santa Fe
As we go marching on
I've seen my buddies

fermented with age
Into dope verses like round 1 fight
So Shaun White stunt on this ice never tired
Ignite the game and its arcade fire
Then i drive home

Quit playing all these games you treat this like an arcade Why do I keep on falling for the wrong thing
I hope that I don't cave in cause your love

tongue sticking
Sticky like silly putty
Putty tiger buddy buddy
Spitting fire got my tongue fuzzy
My hair warm my plump tummy
Fair warning I’m dumb funny

On that fire escape

Can you remind me of what it was like
At the top of the world?

Come with me

We begin July
With a stop at my corner fire

open of rap with an arcade token
But the machine's broken
No more lives
Come on by
Wait on line
Take low dimes for rhymes and chime in with a punchline

"High" now desired

So fire on beat feeling like busy (girl) cause i am raising to hell 
So many steppers this shit on my belt
Hell fire club this not for

fire? Ducking it, hunted like Al Qaeda
Strictly with my mind
Choking niggas like I’m Darth Vader
Stick me on the crucifix
Reappearing days later
Fuck

I remember that night we listened to "Fade"
All the times we'd sing along to "Arcade"
I feel your eyes looking right at me
Staring into my soul,

Ban's on
Arcade Fire, Neighborhood #1
I'm from the hood so I'm like the sun
You get it? Never run we run the game bitch
Slurs words

The rebels won young

to golf, it's like I got a bag to spend
Above par, will and I only drop tens
I'm like Mort how I'm stacking up my gold, man

Stop by the arcade, play some