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old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
aiming that thing
And you ain't helping the process out by always caking these dames
But it is hard giving up the place where they be shaking they things
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is
Cross over the river the gold is waiting
And it's years since the colour I've seen
And it's no use just sitting and Lady Luck blaming
I'll
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
This project is about how my vitality, friendship and love has been pierced
By the blade of death, betrayal and Insidiousness over the last year
Over
is trash talk
But I do not talk, I am just a rapper
He's rapping over indie songs?
This is a disaster! But I made it dope like
I'm cookin' in
[KRS One]
Give it to em!
Nuff respect! And praise to the creator
Over the years it seems that I became a
landmark in the hip hop
to a tí
Under my skin a tí flow
Replacing my blood, taking over my soul
I thinking of a tí all day long
I close my eyes and I imagine a tí
By my side, by my
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
And I'll hang
favourite. Now, music television was released over in the
United States before we got it on cable or satellite which is now happening in England. And uh, this
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is
My name is Marques...Barrett...Houston.
My mommy's name is Carolyn and my daddy's name is Michael.
And my brother's name is Brandon and my sister is
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
money
Dick is all she get from me boy you know what it is
Ay ay ay ay ay, boy you know what it is
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the play
dun dun, you grade the bed rail
I grab your waist mom, you scream my name kells, now whose is this ma
Yeah I know that rappers taking over this
Hello......
Most Wanted Productions..........
Eskiboy.........
Playtime is over.........
I remember O one december
Me and you shopping Overtags
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
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