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Reinvent
What's the mathematic pi? (Ch-ch, ah ah)
What's humble pie? Think about it

Annunaki, chocolate Darren Aronofsky
Word in my balls, shining

flow to create their own show
Tip toe slow below to make it past go

Kings and queens assassinated by machines
Rule the role until the hard truth unfolds

you better leave
She been salty since I made that song bout lemon-pepper wings
Wasn't good at being prince, I'll be a better king
I assure the grass in

Victory! (Come Forward)

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

rappers of everything that scared them as children
They call me show stopper
No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught

to American Pie

This'll be the day that I die
So do me a favour and say goodbye
Like it's not the last time
And then I can savour this moment for the rest

the cards won't decline
And not just for me, I'm talking bout the fam when I say me and mines
Our American dream plus a piece of the pie to build a bakery

NO HEART LIKE GRINCH
CHOPPING YOUR BABY MUMMAS DOWN LIKE IN AMERICAN PIE, I'M FINCH,
I - ROLL WITH BLINK BUT I DONT FLINCH, EVERY PAGE I TURN
ANOTHER

by the bonfire
While we listen to Poppy's American Pie, man I miss being part of the lawn choir
Yelling "encore", 'cause we want more
If we're lucky,

bound to roam
And you can bet she's waitin' there right by the door when I get home
She likes gettin' high American pie, makin' love in a thunderstorm

Blessed Are Those

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

are those who struggle    God loves you 
And Wisdom is the principle thing for Kings and Queens 

Many alliance will end  it's like a sad song 
from

women you wish you had 
Ayyy
Let em know goin against me is a mismatch 
Had to Make a couple songs 
Had to put the squad on 
Yah Picture perfect like

Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product

He sang Honky Tonk Woman and American Pie 
Most big city people would rather pass him by 
Hes been sleeping on sidewalks under a neon sky 
Lonely

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

He knows Waylon and he knows Merle
He knows ever country song in the whole wide world
And she hangs on to every word
Like he's the greatest

Greetings Gods and Goddesses
I go by the monicker of F1b0nacc1 the Fountainhead
And I'll be your worldwide anthropological tour guide this evening

need
To slaughter each person on your squad or team
I thought to deem responsible for the songs you sing
I'm a god or king
On a beat I'm possessed, no

Writings On Disobedience And Democracy

Vinnie Paz

The Cornerstone of the Corner Store

2016

a song
By the '70s distrust had spread across the nation
Basic discontent political alienation
55,000 died in the war of moral shame
And then Watergate

of his praise
The singer of his song; marveling, engrossed, solemn, watching
When came Man, so much like I
When came Man, borrowing His breath
When came

Terror Squadians

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till

and a hard place
Gonna pop my bills from a money dispenser that dispenses only two dollar bills and checks
I'll get dog singers writing some songs
Sing every

gasp left

Chorus:  What do you see when you close your eyes
What will you see when your life goes by
Think hard visualize the ill mob
Either you'll feel

Psuedo African American
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin

And yes, the same place that great general Ass King Mohammed overthrew the Songhai dynasty
From within

I'm from a country devastated by the violent