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Cenoir Studies 02

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings

that i spit man i'm probably in danger
I don't give a good first impression to strangers
I do this shit big like an acre
I stay cooking up like a baker
I

can by the way that you movin', you doin' it wrong
You can tell by the way that I'm movin', I been in the zone
Makin' em dance like he's hittin'

to Denzel (Curry)
And shoutout to Eddy (Baker)
Motherfucker, do I gotta keep droning on
That I am overlooked, that I continue to get fucking snuffed

Nah, nope, forget it, keep my head low on the pavement
Do my holy best to avoid an awkward conversation
With the janitor who stays late or my boo who

her she quivers
The brothers all shiver
Cold as Big Pun, I’m a wintery river
The apex spitter
Cooler than Bart, and richer than Smithers
Oh wait I mean,

needa know
Lay it down Baker Beach she don’t need no clothes
Thicc mami call her Lana by the way she Rhoade

I turned my one love to two passions
Making

headphones up (Conductor)
I'm the best, I'm the fucking best (yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem,

spit
Then we double up and grab all the shit (Ay)
And she still gon' do a split on this dick (Bap) (Bap) (Bap)
And her bestfriend too! (Yum!)
Cuz I'm lit

I need me a play by play
Ayy, all you niggas just be in the way
Heads or tails I'ma make it flip though either way
We bout our business man that's

Piss me off before you go Turn me up, Sly
Summertime Sadness I just wanted you to know
That baby, you're the best I got that Summertime, Summertime

a thirty and it came with the laser
His babymomma wanna fuck but ima do that later
These bullets cooking on four fifty nigga I'm the baker

If we gone ride

Love for My Slum

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

I've never had love for the feds
But I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So my people in

a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay away" (stay away)
The party is poppin' (poppin')
She whip it,

rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My

when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let

here feels clear use it to get by with
The air I breathe how dare I be
More than you know so stare then leave
Fake ID don't wait for me
I read your dash

I bring the mix to the rhyme
The pe-nis to the gine 
I bring the magic to the show
cnd the high to the low 

I'm a maker, rhyme baker
cnd mother

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

Ain't No Sunshine

Pastor Troy

We Ready - I Declare War

1999

Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put 
out

Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got

the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Streetsweepers: The Boyz in the Hood

no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweepers Oh yeah!
Oooh I like her, shake your rear
You look nice who did your hair?
Syke!!! Shorty over there look way