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You're the Top

William Bolcom

Night & Day

1988

A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I

problems, you know I'm searchin'
I'm gettin' these racks, you know that I'm splurging
Sliding by myself, keep it low-key
I been on these' drugs, yeah, I'm

ten
They was always by my side when I was holding it in
And that made me feel good I started honing in
I was putting shots so I can make my shit better

and fix our bikes Up

Raised by a single mother, didn't get a lot of nice Stuff
And when crack hit well that really fucked our life Up
Hustler and'

That look stick in the back with
Her don't blow in the shade
Dreaming about showing a blade to
A show in the States
Cause the agent kept showing

Nigga tell me what you really know about that pain shit,
Boy you must me stupid coming around you on that lame shit,
Im in it for the money,you keep

gettin' paid less paper
Then my bag boy you a hater that's sad boy
Cause yo' mom even liked me
I might be yo' dad boy
You a messed up, I know you upset up

gettin' paid less paper
Then my bag boy you a hater that's sad boy
Cause yo' mom even liked me
I might be yo' dad boy
You a messed up, I know you upset up

still gotta be careful with my cards like this is poker
Cuz I get hated on by retarded kids and tokers
Who listen to underground shit and keep calling me

it down
Ooh ooh
I'm day dreaming

Tell em other fuck boys bye
The doggone girl is mine
I need a girl who'll match my fly
You fit the script from

Ohh
Haa Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh
Ahh Baaa-by
Baby Yeaahh
Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh Ooaa Ohh Whoaahh
Yeah
Listen Baby Listen-teeenn
Are you willing to ride

Emmett Till he was heaven sent
Murdered by those who voted for the current president 
They love it when we trap rap or playing some ball
I did it all like

pass me a hefty bag you boys trash trash yeah 
The only time I pop out is to secure that bag bag yeah

Damn I don't got no limits

Shit we just run it up

pull up, he scatter just like some ants (hold on)
That boy got knocked off, let me do my little dance

Why... the fuck these pussy niggas always hatin'

we gon' send that boy to hell
Ten toes down, all my niggas, they can tell
Bitch, I'm ridin' for my brothers like I'm ridin' for myself
On my soul, I

and flow 
Oh no, hell no, don’t talk about that!
Don’t talk about bars, you rapping too fast
I just hit em’ with the rhythm while slamming up on the gas

H-Town Kinda Day

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

niggas, need to know what I'm talking about
Ooh you know, it's going down tonight
So get ready, you gots to be ready

I'm out that H-Town Tex, where

M.I.T LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
PERFORMED BY RcS KINKY

Yo ch mi she red gold and green every where in this time enuh,
ch we just keep focus pan

Making songs about gunplay
You dumb youts are bringing more heat
To your strip than a runway what a plain bar
Had my brother in Feltham that's Heathrow

But if dying is your dream then Dr. Chris got your prescription
And they all part of the team, so the police don't know who did it
Nerdy boy, pokemon

slime a middle
And Ranti forner
 who pulled pearls by
 rope to throne
  the King by
   the roll in the
  forest of averseas?
Not everseas, be seas
Creep

I'm moving out of the crib to a planet that I call my own
Home of the stoner Xan, smoking by the gram
He ain't picking up his phone, no
Why the hell are

You're the Top

Sylvia McNair

The Land Where the Good Songs Go

2001

A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I

who I am
I could send that blitz
That boy havin’ butterflies
He feel like shit
Kilo was 14 years old wit' a brick
Do a 35, do not fuck up my trip
I’m