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a crack in the door a blurred vision:
A close friend fucking some portly slut he'd picked up
We could just make out their voices over the Fleetwood Mac

to reveal he's the Incredible Hulk
Pardon my disappearance the comic books will explain it
Part of this appearance I'm giving you was created
All by God,

This album's dedicated to you
Katie
The Bonnie to my Clyde
I know sometimes I be getting outta pocket and all
But the truth of it is
I'm just so

Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em

going
Téo, he was kind enough to let us play
The rest of his album on air today for you all
Is there anything else you want to say about it
Yeah, I just

just know that he by your side
Just know that he by your side, just know that he by your side
I talk to myself so much, cause I know I'm talking to God
I

be on the roof that blood gon splatter watch his brain ooze

We gon slide in whips he rock a chain we hang em' by the noose
Used to slang that Caine he

gettin' ran over by cars
I thought about pullin' the trigger of this gun
But now I'm here and I watch the sun
I just wanna advance, I just wanna evolve
I

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Streetsweepers: The Boyz in the Hood

better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let

motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's

throat
My pops got it real ‘off the boat’
And he would’ve got a mill, but his boy took a deal with the folks
They still twist their face when I come by

Hiding Place

Little Brother

The Minstrel Show

2005

problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word

the packages
My mind's getting ill, types of fucked up
Can't unwind, so I bought a big Benz truck
Heard his album flopped, but I still see him bluff
He get

Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)

Soul on ice death threats given by

to find
You know the line, ""Don't judge the book by its cover""
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's

you didn't have to be so brave
And I curse god cuz why did he take you away
I just wish I had another chance to make you stay

All those photo albums

would be my older sibling
Heard your new album, n slept, your engineer did poor at mixing
Probably didn't take off, cause ya soul wasn't in it
All my

an inspiration

Alex West
You were brought on by our ex-manager
But when he left you stayed
That meant so much and now you've become our OG patron
We can't express

a pain

He is crazy deranged

Put them blades on his thing

Just like 80 to summer

So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something

So, when I come

Only letters you’re teaching are LSD

Were your badly made scribbles
All drafted by children
Too vastly illiterate to handle your gimmick?
Like Galactus

letters you're teaching are LSD
Were your badly made scribbles
All drafted by children
Too vastly illiterate to handle your gimmick?
Like Galactus
I'll

If I was drafted you know I be one and done
Teddi evolving like Pokemon that you will never catch, cause he one of one
I'm studying artists to look

could prance on
This is not a dance song, not a clap your hands song
Rest In Peace to Eric garner, they did that man wrong
Shot laquan 16 times, and said

stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He