Lyrics:
the
Sess to kill the stress
Moved out west and I invest in all the best
Those who test will find a
Bullet in they chest
Put to rest by a brotha who was
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I'm
night
Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed
to push in the bush but took his time
to get to know the girl he slapped skins with
shared needles
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's goin'
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
listening
This is "Who?"
An album by Jacob Howard
Goodbye
shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition
My future position is determined by past decisions
So young George Bush, I'm
All the stories on this recording are expressed in the past tense,This is because the Eskimo, particularly the Polar Eskimo on which this album is
that's ok, I'll come by and get you. Lets say around..."
[She hangs up phone]
Richie: "Come on.."
[Phone rings]
Richie: "Hey."
Samantha: "Sorry. I guess he
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
The Bulletin, 23 July 1892
This poem was prompted by reading Henry Lawson's poem "Borderland".
IN DEFENCE OF THE BUSH
(words Banjo Paterson, music
A bullet from the back of the bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set
There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason
Then 20,000 more by the end of this season
The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
Is normally referred to as such, more commonly known phrases
That are more used by today's kids in a more derogatory way
But who's to say, what's
A letter to the lost
An album about self reflection and self understanding
This project was crafted and designed for those who feel
left out
[Talking]
Man, who would've thought I would've made it this far?
It's number five
Five albums
I recognize that it's because of you (c'mon)
It's only
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-taskin'
And then
York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
the freedom of speech, freedom of speech, article one, the G.G.O,
Can't just fall fo anything man, what's the science behind that?
Can't understand why Bush
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