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Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be fucking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging

never
Even be that close
Then I'll clean up the matches
Show them who's laughing
Maxed out my speed to get the first action
I beat two regions, that was

held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be

and pearls
They say that evil rule the world
But I know God made it good
Whenever I look at my baby girl she gold
Pure divine incredible
Worth more than

shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like

I Love Me Better Than That

Shirley Murdock

Ty Tunes 2008

I love me better than that
Yeah
I'm going to get my life back

As I look in the mirror a broken woman I see
Broken down by the streets of life's

the most
Fuck my past, girl just pass me the roach
I cannot fathom these hoes
Or lame n*ggas who be passive at most
I'm the shooter, I aint asking the coach

murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Pass by his family but what can I say?
Keep your

times, you know
(H1K made this)
F's up or get a chest up
Wear your vest cuz
You know, sho
Gang

Ayy, who's that? (Who's that?)
Pass me the smoke,

who play with me
I'll keep going, infinity
I'm the shit, running these streets
I like my girls so cute and fit
Classy in public can take my dick
Take

on the babe looks okay and I want to hit it
And if I hit that today I might just pass away
Cause her bedrooms the grave underneath the linens
They say sin leads

feel it, don't you hear it in my voice, sincerity that's so sincere, that it's
Moist, this is for the ladies not having babies, who baby daddies drive

to tell the time, And that's a
Yeah, Woo, Stick it in your head

Ball, It's a maddened dream, Let's get by murder
Ain't no alternative, Niggas gon' get it

some “3 hots & a cot” 
Man,
That shit is ass,
I cut class when i think there’s no hope I’ll pass,
Smoking grass,
Who? not i, won’t even catch me round

stop, top me, or even rock me
I don't believe in fuckin' crews, I even beat the guy who brought me
You stop me? Now that's some shit that fucking shocks

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

sociopathic father who'd snort white lines
And yet, go ahead girl and let your light shine
Unless, maybe there ain't none
It's why I write rhymes
I'm the same

therapist
I'm like ah
My dad on heroin I wonder if his phone cracked
Smoke all day we be dead by the weekend
Please control your girl when she's around me she

long

Papa was a rolling stone
Who never stayed home
Got used to the habit
Of being alone
But anywho that
Was in the past
I got new shit on my mind
Been

her body for a drug
I know some little niggas who ain't never had a hug
And all they ever talk about is getting it out the mud
They sip mud pop pills

fake
But I probably won't for my yout's sake
I need to board flights with my suitcase
Girls get pulled like my shoelace
I don't care who hates
Fam that's

Walk into the Sun

Organized Konfusion

Recon-Struction 2

Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..

[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that

wanna pass that shit
Cause I be the meanest over these beats
But find me in the streets. And I'm a pacifist
Who you know going this hard in the rap game.