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tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
"Yeah you like that don't you?!?"
K- "Hey guys! Guys! Stop fighting! This song is about togetherness!"
J- "He's right"
K- "Bill, can you say to Justin
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got to see
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
the bills
I got to get it by any means
I'm ready to get it by any means
I'm ready to kill all my enemies
Lately I've been copping DaVinci jeans
Dark shades
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
Eventually, you well go fuck up
And stick hot dog to covid licker
Fuck you cough, fuck ya coronavirus
Made by Bill.com
Pull up in car, but fool freak out
My
walk deep in woods
Where grass carpets feet
Phone bills grow in the dark, half-asleep
It's the real deal, he wanna do it proper
Puts on best suit
Knocks
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
[B-Real]
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
KRS-One, he's down with us
The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
shoulda tapped in
But he blind to the facts in
What the album, track one
Time for some action
Pass time for the last time I rhymed in this fashion
True
going for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl
and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its
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
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
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