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are their husband and the baby daddy is on child support
Hiding the world from your kid got them under a fort
They tryna kill like it’s a sport
Spirit

Hey man, is that TV Magic Coloring Kit?
Yeah, man
Well, turn it up, man!
We proudly offer a brand new album by Slim Whitman
Spaghetti sauce just

keepin to myself that bitch she got me like police 
You be confusing in the sheets 
I'm steady cruising in the streets
By 22 I'm in the Grammys platinum

an "Encore". Here's a standing ovation.

To me you are the "Greatest".
You do more than the Jays and Waynes did.
Whenever there's rumours your albums coming,
I

the shrooms I ate
Mind waves are high, wait
WHY, Aye
I'M GREAT, sike
HATER, no, I'd say
QUIET, hey, I
NEIGH, I'm
WAIT, irate
CRY BABY, I'd rage
QUITE LAME, ohh

beat 





Keep pushing 

Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson 

Produced by 6ix 





Let’s go baby

The world is yours kids

Be good human beings

break it partner
Imma a motherfucking King an amazing author
All y'all whiny bitches need a baby stroller
Ain't got time to waste I'm only getting older

is for my fans, yeah, this is for my fans
I grit my teeth out here in this jungle
Surrounded by truth to see, I know what now this like
It's a gamble

Baby steps were given applause 
Like a dog fetching a ball 
The simple actions 
Nothing was exspected 
Already written off 
Like I’d been layed of 

But

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology: Dilla's Best

2009

like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go

that's why you hate you're not made for intelligence
I hope you never make a baby, hope you stay celibate
This shit is in my bones, the rungs of my

cahoots for the loot, 
Never recognizing any masters,  imposters and fraudsters, 
Yes, I am the late comer, but just appreciate the fucking album, 
Your

I’m the one, I’m just surrounded by 3’s and 2’s 
I got a line around the corner waiting on me to lose 
I’m done with phony kickin, I can see that ain’t

I really didn’t have no direction for this song 
Like really
Really the album was finished
I just saw this beat heard this beat, whatever 
And I got

poppin' yeah
I gotta des racks on me yeah uh
Yeen da only one got it yeah 
Yeen da only one poppin' yeah 
Yeen da only one got it yeah

Skater Skater baby

in the pipe
X’d out mark the crosshairs 
I’m calling it a night

Ayo Prem it feels good to be back home baby!
Yo! yo!

The big return like 
They

Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only

a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just

favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were

the baby brother, and my sisters spoil me with love. 

cs a Thomas, which I've been the chairman, co-chairman, and committee member of for many family

was like ""which?"" (Which?)
Grinning ear to ear like I'm baby on baby
She asked for a baby and I was like maybe (Let's go)
I played all my beats

spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was