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in two lines
Good and bad
Black and white
Happy or sad
It's a constant fight
Love her or not
I don't wanna boycott
It's not defense
It's a fence
All

Return of the Bump Squad

New Power Generation

Exodus

1995

of wet Magic Shave (What's that funky smell?) 
Some fool in a red mask totin' a one-eyed bass 
Pulled it out, stuck it up the police officer's face

Pack Ya Bags

Rasheeda

Georgia Peach

2005

different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was

would've gave this up, if it was all for myself
All that I felt, wasn't worth all of the wealth in the world
But this exactly how I planned it when I sat

acting the fool
and he messed up everybody's game
And we walked back to your house
Heard the new song by DangerMouse
I remember I thought I'd always feel

hellish landscapes in they nightmares
Can't take it, growing up crazy
Brutalist highchairs with the barbed-wire nails
Becoming complacent
My white privilege

guess I didn't know how I felt yet

Drove by the old place
Where we grew up
Things changed, its white now
And there's no more chalk on the driveway

drive-by po estradi
Nikada neću stati, hrabre sreća prati
Gucci zmije, zlatni lanci, novinari, paparaci

Igricu ja prešla sam na hard
U epicentru sam

trying to silence thee
Pencil to the paper fear-i-n-g
My mind racing, nothing to slow it
White towel by my side, might as well throw it
Can I ask you

Drake
But still I'm dodging the fakes, keep the grass low hard to see snakes
Yeah, yeah, aye
Gotta keep the grass low for all the snakes
Me and G.N.D we

roads, sewege on the streets 
Curly hair, it's hard not to think 
For a better a life, drugs on the scene 
Few choices, either school or be 
Locked up, by

just wanna display
Drop you off, and I watch you walk all up your driveway
I just can't get enough of you every single day
I will stay by your side, no

I've got my spacesuit strapped on tight
I know I look dapper dressed in white
If only you could see this
But maybe you can feel it
I tried to dance

manage
I find it hard to capture feelings so I just chop the sample
Too many wake up take a breathe and take that shit for granted

Heaven

Warrant

Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich

1989

Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I

what am I in class for?
I write lines in pen
And blow lines with a c note
I roll up then po' up
Then take it easy like a free throw
Brrrah, when that

Fuck hoes, bring the city out
'Bout that? Put some money up
Talk about, we got a buzz
Everybody knowin' us
In the club showin' love
Ashy to classy,

ain't tryin' to be all out in the street
Or up in the club sippin' on Patron
Wit my flirt on
And I ain't tryin' to be sneakin' home
Wonderin' what

My intentions are good and gone
Soon as she put her lips on mine
Midnight sneaking in the country club
Grass stained jeans ain't an alibi

Mary

A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire
I'm not sorry, we had it coming
A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake-up call
Hope for our

people that own boats, In Miami ya know
One hit and you float, My workers never come up short
They knowin it toat
Don't gotta market and promote 'em, never

involved.

Dragon is up.
Thanos onboard.
Bad to the bone.

With a little bit of klaus in my heart.

Pull d game up by d loophole.
Watch me give d game

know the happiness cash brings
My memory won’t let me forget you
Prime energy middle fingers forget you
Trust hard to come by that’s my issue
That’s why

the torch for the church bombing
Shit is psycho like Bates Norman we up in the pit wit the snakes crawling
Divine evil swine eaters with hard bottoms