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feelin
 show me how you feelin
Girl you gotta come and feel it
 i can come out to the country for ya
You know This carolina weather cold as windy city hot

What You Got

Chino XL

Underground Hip Hop, Vol. 5

2007

style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country aimin' at ya skull
I'll aim it at the ((?)) who claim he sellin' the most dope
My Jersey blocks

Stomach poking
Baby I'm nasty, she like she want it, want it
Baby come get in my soul to be lifted
I've been in my feelings, I can't let it go

It ain't

up)
They tried to turn you down
Girl they don't respect you
(No they don't)
Cause when the storm comes by
You better hold on tight
(You better)
I keep

the dread into pain
By hurting someone near
For the pain is their warm dear home
Suddenly room’s dead cold
Growling whispers on the other end go:
“Look out

molly water, I'm with the gang
Moz got the new forty on him
Man it's cold in the D
Boy you better bundle up
You can chill on the block but
I'll just keep

imma really do this 
Imma do it with straight pride 
Breaking down boxes 
With granddad in the summer 
The country life hit me 
And peace came with it

Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not

Ghetto Drewams

Lil C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 5

2011

Money hoes, fancy clothes
Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold
For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming
Back in the game, I thought I'd never have

Darling if only i can't guide us
Through this madness
Could you hold me
Could you hold me eh eh
Shit is cold
Look
Ay
Sad on
My heart broken anyway
Darling

mind
And come to realize
That I might be the next to die
Just at the drop of a dime
Nomo jImhiil rhymes
Drive by bullets fly
One of them might be mine

get problematic
If you touch my lineage
Or cabbage
I can't have it
Most of my patnas
Don't know who they dad is
It get tragic
Where I'm from

it's too risky
Bangin' the burner beside my brain by a Bentley
I bump keys, get drunk for buck fifty Watch yo' 6 G,
Don't compliment me publicly
Cause if

Conspiracy

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

fucking can't
Out there repping for my little country state
Cheatham county, baby, that is where I stay

Tailgates dropping on the south side
Got that

Look it’s a lotta things change
Now she call me Rob Ace by my government name
And I fuck off money on my brothers with fame
And I smoke fat blunts

the consequences for our actions 
The earth is dying and there's nothing we can do about it 
But thank the lord we can tweet while we pout about it 
Hashtag save

recoil
Get put on a plate
In a suit, in the soil
How you all in my face
Ion do shit for you
Say I just be haunted
By my paranoia
Fifty-shot while I'm

Focusing on what is broken
Never set you free
Uncle Phil you solid like the center on the team
PTSD I seen you way up underneath
Them talks by

Technicolor Eyes

Backseat Goodbye

Dressed Up Like Dreams

picture
Let's turn it upside down so we can see
The insecurities caused by the last four years
Of economic downsizing in the Eastern US

I like February

and pretty damn cold
Well than how in the hell are u decrypting german codes

Sir sir what's your name? capital A Turing
Mum says I am the best mathematician

still
I can’t fall off like humpty dump In the zone like 1-3-1
I know J gon tell em
Know Nate gon tell em
And I ain’t Coachella
I’m a country club you

eye stands in between 
So I can see these emcees ain't as grand as they seem 
I'm open, trampling close minds and clandestine schemes 
Taste maker, they

think that ima her bed
I can't talk to much otp it's tapped by the feds
Being fake is so common you would think it was a plague
Know a bitch She a burn

answering
Just wanna dance again

It's crazy cause I wanna be with you
All of the countries girl I wanna see with you
You by my side, yah I swear I'm gon' see