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What they know
What they know
What they love
What they want
Melt my eyes
Melt my skin
Like I'm burnt up by the sun
When I run
When I run
When I'm

Keep It Thoro

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album

Sandwich by Superep, wyn by Power and Glory
Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring
Nog 'n klein bietjie makeup lyk soos 'n post mortem
Nog 'n pose,

to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by

looking lost by the trappings that men get
While seemin' pretentious
So they don't understand what my bent is

While cruisin' on a path quite narrow

mean
Street glory hoping to see 40 lord give me 15 more
Bad bitches copping my albums out the record store
Real nigga recognize me
I got the respect

Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you

of space, nog 'n and Union bier, nog fokol om te wys
Sandwich by Superep, wyn by Power and Glory
Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring
Nog 'n klein

know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see

I'm

the only way
Y'all keep playin’ with these
Flows on your glory, wastin' rhymes
Another troll tellin' another nigga's story
Why you lyin’?
Be yourself, it's

the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah

Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off

Keep It Thoro

Prodigy

Backstage: A Hard Knock Life [Clean]

1999

Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album

Thinking Voyager 2 Type Things

Bob Geldof

The Vegetarians of Love

1990

the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette

(How are we gonna make a 'New Jazz' album without any Jazz?)
(What's Jazz?)
(What is Jazz?)
Fuck it
New Jazz, Bad Bitches
New Jazz, Bad Bitches
New

Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used

mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if

gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will

Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but

you wanna
But I pray you get the message by the time that I’m done
Reading the book of John, so shout out to Forerunner
Integrate the word in my flow,

enough
The remnants of a handy child surrounded by foul language
And teachers with no patience to explain how unfair shit was
So we became shameless plugs

Black album cover
Black disk black sleeve
Enigmatic vision
My world is conceived

Vulnerable reflection
Turbulent repose
Fragile emanations
I wryly

album but that went nowhere fast
And to make matters worse, my boy J. Dilla passed
Feelin' bad 'cause me and Dilla played phone tag
For at least two

said we are being chased by the boys in blue
Adam's with me and we know what to do
We'll meet up with Xain and Eggsy by the Baneswell Express
Then we can

God by my side right now
Been at my lows
Seen my highs
So I'm finna slide right now

All in my bag
Doing my dance
Way too high to come down and drag