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but
Your shouts is in vain
Cause you drowned out by the
Buzz that's surrrounding my name, you lame
The mic is something that you
Can't pry from me shout

It was supposed to be a war song
A love song
Talk about us
Not the virus
Us
Wike Lee
Buhari oh
Mandela lee
Make una see oo
Wike lee
Buhari oh
Azikiwe

And the stories they'll go on and on
And it's sad to say
But that's the way it should be
Sweet memories and sweet stories of Rosa Lee
Oh Rosa Lee
Oh Rosa Lee

King Jay to the planet Visualize it
Tell my government legalize weed
Shiiii. Wanna drag that shi higher
I don high like this
F***ing GONNO speck
My

the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me

to unspell,
People can't stand what my existence tells
That's why so much I am isn't well
Standing tall is this prison cell
Sometimes it's on the left

directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)

No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's

Show Em What They Won

Nelly

Free City [Clean]

2001

and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice

Well there once lived a maiden down by the sea
Let me tell the story of my Annabelle Lee
We were young, we were kids by that place by the sea
And we

like still at school come learn some bars
Doin up lifestyle style in my life
Monte cristo Rémy xo
Sippin that juice and I ooze out flow
Pourin that truth

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

to the Z
The nigga with the beats and the rhymes and the life and a leaf full of weed
Pour me drink with my smokes and the flows that spit gone be dope

the open spaces slip on by

like water on a plastic slide

i need to find me a brand new home

to call my own

before i get too old and die



I wanna drift

I don't lie, niggas just can't rap like I (Swish)
Mighty fine, big ass and tits you know that I (Hit)
I be fly, aka young plane by the style I rhyme

Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram)
My lyrics they get up in your jeans like

need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin

Doing all that clubbing
Ain’t my style tho
Flashing all my money
Ain’t my style tho
Rock designer, but it
Ain’t my style tho
Never poppin pills
Nah

Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Keep it

to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they

Bounce bounce bounce
This is the shit that'll make it (oh)
Bounce bounce bounce, uh huh
This is the shit that'll make you bounce (oh)

Carter & Lee, pardon

tastes the same
And I ride my bike to Rosie Lee's
Yeah I ride my bike to Rosie Lee's

Brenda wipes the tables
Old Frank sits by the door
They may not know

80s T-Top when I ride
Flyin' by you see the light
My Sneaky Style
Keep it tight or freaky wild

No need for a coffee
I'm bout to go offee
I'm singin'

Everythang's Corrupt

Ice Cube

NCIS: Los Angeles The Original TV Soundtrack

2013

dyin' in piles
Its fishy, politicians smell like my bowels
Talkin' that shit, really crampin' my styles
I got many, now I'm pinchin' pennies no doubt

Midwest Choppers

Tech N9ne

Sickology 101

2009

know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twisted And you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it