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Midwest Swinging

Big Ward

Vol. 1: Family Input

2002

[Chorus]
It's a midwest thang, why'all - and they ain't got a clue
(they ain't got a clue) why my cutlass blue
And i got them thangs on that

back
Droppin’ R’s like it’s Harvard Yahd 

4 Non Blondes extended Verse 
Fresh lamb in the Pita 
Pinot Noir 
Drinking wine by the liter 
If you a Karen,

you ask me
Oh you came no waist
All natural no lace
Say you out here killing bitches cold case
I mean yeah okay you the one ya don't say
You know boss

Met this girl, at the end of fall
Orange hair, couldn't tell
If it was dyed or natural
Eyes pretty
That smile incredible
Had my stomach fluttering
My

Haha, well it's a natural thing
That one na bingo
Zagaza
It's been a long time, I cut you now

Yeah
Well this is a natural thing
Well, this is Kojo

All Gone Wrong

Spunge

Room for Abuse

2000

out on a drive decided to go and park it
Down by the river, walked to the store
Never got the courage up2 talk2 her before
But he'd been up practisin

am the crown
Bend the knee
Fat pussy energy
Come up off killing niggas
Black Roxie Hart
X'd them lames out my circle
Found my center like darts
Sippin'

don't know it's 3-D
Idk hdyd
Lookin for a Luv Years Old Remix
Wbu
Chillin' wit da crew
Sick like flu
My phone colors blue
Stick like glue, tryna get

33 degrees, by the way
And we’d have jobs but no one can pay
Oh no…
It’s very cold
I’m getting old
And I’m on my own
Nobody told me to pay my dues
I’m

back to this mission
This chapter one the beginning
My kingdom come and we kill it
Freeing our sons from that sickness
Feeded to them by them bridges

except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it

How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard

My Heart Is Cold But My Blood Is Hot
I Remember Spots Where I'd Run From Cops
Should I Fall In Love Yeah Maybe Not
Cuz I Don't Wanna Go Back To That

I feel sick
My organs bob about in the dark
In a mustard mist, in my stomach vase
Barely connected by the tubes, but it's dark
In my eggshell

In the Sun

Large Professor

1st Class

2002

allegiance
To a red white and blue that's wavin' untrue
Yo, where's the forty acres and a mule, huh?
You rather give us Mickey D's and a tool, huh?
And in

32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me

Once there was an English schoolboy
Who'd heard many a tale
And dreamed to be a great white hunter
Out on the ivory trail
Lived his dream and sailed

with or faced my blues
I'd rather cross fists and pay my dues
I'd rather clench fists, then end this when they say who's
Responsible, crossfit how I pull

make for ourselves
'Cause if we raised 'em
We'd havе to live by 'em too
False notions of fairnеss
Lost, hopeless, and careless
My thoughts stroking

Cenoir Studies 02

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

bloody, mean, and ugly
My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me
Tryin to bust me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country
If I could choose between being

SWAT watch)
I'ma raise the murder rate, then Tweet, "I pray the violence stop" (yeah)
I make sure that blue stay up to the ceiling, guess I'm Bob

He took me down by the river just to watch the sun set
It was summer in Texas and we'd only just met
The sky turned deep blue and purple blending

I guess I had a head start on these fools
Doesn't take a Winter Blast for
Jack to keep cool
But isolation in the deep blue can be cruel
I descend

The blood scene followed by catch up
Peep the cinematography
A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it
Now who gone clean this mess up?
I'm from

hold ih child and ah ask why
Eva had to watch your best friend die
Eva seen a man who had to bury dem child
Everybody just walk by
Ina hilux, wingle