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s o called best
A little bit of skill for the ones that lack
A lot more swag for the rest catch
They asking, I go by the Rappa the real ones are paying

And while we kickin it, it's only right I mention my 2 king's a little bit,
Young wild and mischievous, one of em beat box, the other one be trying to spit

Geto Highlites

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise [Clean]

1995

(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'

Geto Highlites

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'

the people around us are doing
We just vibin' till the end, we listening to acoustics Ain't nobody gonna judge you by the way that you're moving
Let me get

stars
'Fore you could count ours
Money so high
We could purchase sky
Little land, in the clouds
Have a word with God
Up top, oh my
We could learn to fly

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

in my car for a ride
Years go by while we hide
Cause maybe we've gone our separate ways
Can we do it like we did before?
Young, wild, insane
Where are

Freaky Tales

Too Short

Hip Hop Classics, Vol. 1

1996

by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in

Freaky Tales

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in

know the young dumb niggas
Who don't care how they get it as it come
Nigga fades

Old school party music playing and fades
Hey, hey are you that little

we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?

Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just

Called the bro code
Why the business better when we move solo
Cah when you bring co D to the table to eat he could eat it all alone and that's So Low 
Why

are flyin
By high air
Them niggas don't
Play block

I'm startin' to think
They disappeared
Opps droppin
All these songs

Run and slide
They never there

Coded Language

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating

times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 
These

he played five more songs just to show me the proof
Then I started rapping like I had me a booth, with a little iPod that got me through my youth

little
Willie B, representing the hood, god damn it
A little fat nigga who got money
So fuck you! Up next
We got the open mic poetry event
The fifteenth

Let em hit the chicken head
While the boy mix the sauce
We gone swang big clanks
We gone let it pop off
I ain’t stopping from the jump
Every body pissed

a connect with killa bud
Little young buck seen all of that
then the man had a hand on that crack
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black
Cuz he

the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

fear me 
Got these niggas runnin all wild 
From my double are when we ride 
Motherfuckers is sure to die 
Boom once I enter the room 
In the air all

With the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness
And black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till
It was tears and hearts