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boil it some more. My mother thought water was a spice. I'm not making this up. I love food. I eat every day and I do, I'm not making this stuff up. I'm

it was heaven
I been counting 7 minutes when I struggle for a second
I been countin up the clock like i was paid to tell the time
I been dreamin o'

rappin'
Crank the speakers to blastin', lights flicker these meters flashing
Smashing digital racks until backup power is crashing
Collapsing by

ZAPATERIA LLOYD  (F)  Alex Reyes, David Seitz, JH Ortega
Produced by Ignacio Umérez
Cover Art by Richard Hardy

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radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,

songs makin' records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
Motherfucker, you eat 'em up!

I'm twattin' ya now cuz I can't shoot you in

Lost my mind when I lost my moms man
That shit be hurting Me when lost maa Mother
That shit took maa heart just like a Burglary and part of
Me died

One Foot on the Gas, One Foot in the Grave

Streetlight Manifesto

Somewhere in the Between

It's in the air you breath
And it's also in the water.
It's something you can't see 
You've been warned of by you mothers
You've had enough

Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K

I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's

John the Revelator

Gov't Mule

Dose

1998

who's that writin') John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Look, God walked down the hill one day
Called Adam by his dame
And Adam

it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep

for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle

raise
Now it’s seven eight zero six tall
Keep on hearing trash talk
Fuck boy wanna ball
But the ball aint in your court
Got a mother fucker
Thinking he

back and go holy hell we had the best sex 
But literally I was depressed as hell 
I wish I had a second chance but I gotta keep moving 
To be saved by

Who Are the Sunz of Man?

Sunz of Man

Blazin'

2001

of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll
Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest
Then I rest in peace, then you die in

of my situation, nigga (You have sixty seconds remaining)

Damn, how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga

sayin'? Think
Of my situation nigga
You have 60 seconds remaining

Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss
Damn gave my nigga

Twenty Years Later

Phish

Joy

2009

I can hold my breath for a minute or so
Five days without food is as long as i'll go
I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights
I once

and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments

It's just another day fighting against time
Cause seconds turn to minutes turn to hours in my mind
The days go slow but the years fly by
Slippin

mother fucker best believe it
We're the Behemoth

Every single day, all of the bullshit that we're seeing
Perpetrated on a human being

Real talk
I'm

Don fresh and clean
Blue Polo suit had to pick it up at 3
Got it tailored by Ms. Ling shit looked so sweet
On the way to the club
Just left the pent

It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
Can't fuck with us cause we're on the cusp, cusp
Can't fuck with

to relive every moment we spent together
With these vivid memories, I'm haunted by every scene
I really need a drink, to make sure that I forget
The things I