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Silent

GZA

Pretty Toney Collection Chapter 1

2008

bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real

Look at all these pretty, unburned faces
Unmelted ears to listen to the mood
Mouths will stretch and smile without tension
Unswollen feet to fit

The Evil That Men Do

Coolio

Rapmasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 6 [Clean]

1997

Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
You know what I'm sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard

Am I a man that younger me would love? I probably am
I got these hands, elbows and knees, legs and my feet
Training three days a week for rappers who

mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb and dumber,Jim Carrey 
But

Can You Dig It?

Ice Cube

Everythangs Corrupt

2018

the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a black leather

the genocide
Hold on what bout slavery
Laws about vagrancy
Jim Crow hate decrees
Mass incarceration greed
All these things was shaping me
Don't forget about

for you, okay, Jim Fix, remember Jim Fix?

The big famous jogging guy? Jogged fifteen miles a day

Did a jogging book, did a jogging video

And dropped

Words and music: jim johnston

I wrote a letter I can't send,
cause I wasn't ready for this love to end.
certain that some things were meant to be.
I

I’m not an Amerikkkan
I’m 1 of the 22 million black people
Who are the victims of Amerikkkanism
It’s alot of disheartening fuckery going on in these

Rouge no longer still stinks
We've been pushed to the brink
Locked in our precincts
But you count on these things
To distract us from reasoning
Motown

that shit there turned me cuckoo
All of my niggas get paid
It's that same shit different day
And none of them say nothin' new
Got these two bitches in

just fourteen when he come down from Chicago to Money, Mississippi in the dark days of Jim Crow
After doing a sharecropper’s toil he wanted to take some

Let's Slip cway
To the Motel Mayday

Now Jim Beam is a friend of mine
We park under the bridge and we take our time
On a day off, got nowhere to be
Got

blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck

Elevate elevate elevate
Back to my old days
Old ways
Back when some days were
Better than most days
I could talk about this shit all day
But anyways
Man

the mire

You looking at one of the Vivid Kind alumni
You should know these type of rhythms are hard to come by
Acoustic panels bounce vibrations like

900 Blame a Nigga

The Luniz

Operation Stackola

1995

One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew
I feel like O.J., and Rodney
A little mayo, but still don't be havin'
No happy days like

Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this,

early Morning like a weekday she's Like jim my daddy so i do Whatever he say blowing all These other rappers out like it's My b-day If u wanna by Some

downs
Help me out
I still hand it to god
Every day feels like a new plan
Don't lie to myself cause when they're watching me I'm Truman
Like Jim you're not

My mama never cared much for my taste
That's OK; I make my own way these days
I know, I'm yet to come up off the backstreets
But at the very least,

Jim Jones ? Scarz 

[Jim Jones]

I?m speeding through my days 
off to see tomorrow but you 
get one chance at life (one chance) 
so if I do die

Cause I don't love you no more
Which one of these hoes in
The lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
Jim Duke shoot, then