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Channel Zero

Canibus

Can-I-Bus

1998

on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats

I wouldn't want anybody to feel like how I feel sometimes
R.I.P. Robin Williams, he could tell you why
It's all fun and games with me until I'm all

can succeed.
     written by Ta'shombi Williams

We've been reachin' milestones
My dial tones are probably followed
By Robin Williams number
In the summer we gon' be stylin'
On all the non-believers

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

Once upon a time in the land of my mind…
Close your eyes, take a breath, enjoy what you find…

FDR Drive.

The name of the game be king and die rich
DatLamborghini Gallardo itailian some fly shit
We got it out the mud my liks was yo liks
We use to run

a dime, i got millions'
Soon i'll be signed by P Williams, i'm getting higher
So listen this like the final division
Divided
Higher tonight and you know

Yeah (Ayy, JK) If you ain't
Looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

If you ain't looking for the checkmate
You

it's, this isn't fair
I sit in a chair and swivel
Crippled from years of whippings
kicking my rear
I can't be civil with this typical hypocritical male

that things really be

Cuz most are fake- easy to break

Act impatient- when they rather wait

So now I switched the game- like a venue

Keeping' it

off, like Tracy McGrady yes I'm a rocket
Everybody counting down and I ain't talking one oh six
I'm talking bout Fitted Boyz running shit in 2010

strengthens us so my folk, foes
We ain't fagged up
We are proof

How long we gonna be preaching?
How long we gonna be teaching?
How long we gonna tell the world

Girl gone let your hair down, I'm deep off in your emotions, and I can be your doctor baby, got your diagnosis, come step inside my office, I'll

Woo Its your boy Bobby Williams haha yea black ma gic yea
Yo Drewy bootman I think we got one man hahaha

Nkani ya money chuma dollar tuli che (Tuli

a hole and Aaron Benkert stiff arms Harrow – 64. Benkert breaks his second tackle, fighting for every inch, and is brought down by Williams, and it’s

at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton

Now

We Dem Boyz 
Written by Silkk The Shocker 
Produced By David Adam


Shock.

Mr Maze No limit.

Get that bag. You're you did we did Do we do then you

got dropped by friend number three,

Who was Kent from Xavier College -
In H.S.C. he got a "A" for English,
And between Jimbo and William Blake
He

Loving the way that you hold me
I can tell that you adore me
I want you by my side
I don't need love, I don't need love
So we can just be for the night

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, what up, Expen$ive?
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Alright

wanna be grownup and big like you
I wanna to do the things that grownups do
I wanna wear lipstick and tease my hair
And paint my toenails red and make

tryna survive, Everyday niggas feeling deprived, 
Black Man in America, I see the Pain in yo eyes, 
I know You niggas been Tied, But they'll never be

I'd rather be alone
I might Robin Williams 'fore I lose my mind
Cause all these screaming fools a fucking joke
My homie told me take your mind off your

Song Title: Feed You With Love
 
Song Writer: Craig Geddes (aka Craig Ed East)
 
Composer: Cecil “Bunpan” Williams
 
Root key/chord: F minor