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Leftovers

Prima J

Prima J

2008

undercover till your cover got blown

So I'ma wash my hands from you (you)
And you can do the things you do (do)
She can have you if she wants to

You

I feel like I've been sleeping forever
All I need is just a blink of an eye
When I dream, I see us together
While all the lakes and seas flow by

best not give me no stress
Unless it is a hoe, getting low and giving slow sex
I go flex, until I hold a Rolex 
In my hand, and my flight just touched

Firestorm
Lyrics, Music, Instruments, Vocals by Alan J. Lipman
Copyright 2010
Alan J. Lipman/X-Patriate Music
All Rights Reserved

She took the light

ruining every day
I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand?
Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all

me feel
Oh baby
I can't tell what's real
My hands have gone numb
And all my vision is hazy
I don't know who I am anymore
I don't know why I'm walking

like this shit's outta hand I'm up one
So hands up this midas touch times two
I'm feeling like the man of the hour, I'm on a new level like I'm really up

and winnin' minute by minute, I'm sending it up
Deep in the box, free throws, you won't even see me
Bring the bock, hands up, did you say somethin'?
Swish,

I feel that summertime breeze
Blowing in my hair
Gives me that attitude of I
Just don't care
Got my sneakers on
Skateboard in my hand
Heading for

hurting for awhile but nobody seems to notice
I know you don't understand and it's alright
Maybe one of these days you'll know
Day by day i keep searching

pops got saved
In the parking lot
Ain't have a pot to piss in
We went through a lot
Granny was in the kitchen
Whipping up stew in pots
By the age

let you know if the bus is late”
And all the commuters pass by as you wait
With a bag on your bag yeh you carry that weight

I’ll be as light

Time’s going by too fast, I won’t allow myself to finish last
I don’t need a day to rest, there’s nothing here for me, there’s nothing left
Here’s

gave you, you cast one glance at me you held that jewel trinket in your hand
Then you turned and tossed it to the waters of the sea the waves were

as fuck, it make you shiver
I'm heating' up just like some friction
Don't waste my time, make a decision
Swore he wavy, I seen ripples
Use two hands, she

Chiefs
God reminds me of music
Coz when you want to praise Him
He wants you to move like Khaya Mthethwa
Clap your hands like Zakes Bantwini
Lift your hands

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology, Vol. 1: Dilla's Productions for Various Artists

2009

on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your mouth

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love

Skip to My Lou

Fisher-Price

Baby Classics

2004

Skip, skip,skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou

Put on your Sunday, go to meetin'
And I'll take you by the hand

'bout you and your scary ass flew out of state? (Scary ass)
Lot of niggas got dropped by Eight (by Eight)
Heart broke, they killed TK (TK)
If you ain't

shit ends
Much better than showbiz
Brain-case reloaded

Hands up if you screaming from the fucking back
Birds up if you hate the motherfucking man
2 step

getting me started
I roll up a paper it take me to somewhere else
I'm taking a trip for my health to somewhere else
I got let down by these people too much

Light Shit Up

Buckshot

Kuruption!

1998

motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass want to be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird

run far away
And you'll give me your hand
We'll leave 'em with an unsolved case
Without a trace into the night
Reverse what's done, turn back the clock

and groped
By useless fucking dickheads with entitlement
Because entitlement can't be spelled without men

David fucking Mueler put his hand up her skirt
When