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Once every hundred thousand years the most epic party in the universe will be thrown by Ninja Sex Party, as it was foretold in the scrolls.
So take

Rick James

Murs

Felt: A Tribute to Christina Ricci

a leak
Now I'm five dollars poor, about to hit the door
When I thought about the kiss, put my tongue down her throat
Then her brother stepped up, she

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys

us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces

One hot album, every 20 years average 
One half lame, and the other half savage 
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'

than your barber coming out tomorrow 
With a whole new whip n yeah I got it by the throttle 
Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrr
Gone hit the the streets strong like

This gon get crazy like the BTS Fandom, And even bigger than a Chris browns album
Talking all that ish. When I hit in yo head it gon be big like a blimp

breaks
I lost the woman that I love cos we're damaged
Relationship perished/ glass/ we can't salvage
And it's the same thing how lost a few of my homies

a trilogy got the ability and the agility to go on a rampage 
And make a hit instantly 

I'm just playing my whole part
Ain't got a masarotti I'm just

if she want a new purse
Keep a small crew or the shit gon burst

This is vocal violation
Total penetration
Focal point distorted by rose glasses

kidding, more devoted than ever mother and father
Been spitting bars lately, writing to make an album
Meanwhile we complete the Greatest Hits with this

Wicked/Panic Mode

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Wicked)
1st Verse
Better think fast I’m coming

how I know how to okay
I have an album that I'm putting together 
That's full of songs about a bunch of things I want to do better
And I believe in

partners body
Trust nobody you nobody
Till somebody catches bodies for a hobby
Now you're candles a reminder by the road
And rest In peace all my niggas that

this goddamn album I hate it 
Dig up a body an put it in a living room
I'm a Pharaohs straight livin' in a tomb 
Ya'll a bunch of pussies living in

the bankroll

Super high
You're just house fly
And you'll get swatted like you doxxed by the FBI
Gave me like 25
My life was do or die
Nightmares turned reality

yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you're for real
You mad cuz you can't
Discovering you never had the vision that you thought
All that time wasted

they tell lies
Opposition on every side and
I'm still winning, how you like that?
Aye
Label owner by the age of 19
Man I'm killing, how you like that?

though, no one gets the glory just by sleeping in
You wanna win but aren't akin to failure 
There lies your problem, can't just skip past ten thousand hours

the flames on the track these pity rappers wanna attack 
From the top, I see all of their albums flop
They can't Attain this fire 
So they better go

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

ya fill up on those damn fries
Take your albums and toss em 
I hit the beat harder than Sherlock Holmes and Mr Watson 
I load the party in a cannon

the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How

I'm just going through the motions, got me feeling jaded
This year alone I hit too many phases
Feel like a ghost in shell, and my real self is locked

got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing