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Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back

early
Turnup swerving and he don't got a learners
365 days in a year and these niggas still broke tell me whats your purpose
Im tryna get me a place by

"I'm sorry
"It's been seven years since father was gunned down
"By gauchos out to rob our cocaine
"And when I got out of jail for killing every last one

down early, he ain't even have his mask
You been reppin' for four years, and you really still less

These hoes used to really doubt me, they used to say,

the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers

At Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, they were raised
Their father was Minister King, where the congregation praised
Martin graduated from high school early

yeah, ay, yeah, ay
Roll me another one, yeah, ay
Three years in the game and I'm only seventeen
Started rapping early because music was my remedy
Wonder

earned it thrice!

When we're young unsung got abundance of space
In a Generalization, we've got time for mistakes
Many years pass some try, to ponder,

A whole new world came to her 
Neither asked nor wished for it 
The Weaver made her a shrouding 

In her early years she lost it all 
Grief enough for one

Superman on Ice

13 & God

13 & God

2005

and normal alliance of all those with high levels of work
In their blood and clock in their wake
Up early shaving damp breakfast skulls with fresh lady's leg

by the skatepark
Your gonna need more than your little fake white Jesus to save you, my mom taught me his skin was dark
So the pictures on your walls

more wet dreams about Supermodels
No more Barry Manilow
Not for a few years anyway
Wondering "Am I a loser?" will be a thing of the past
Say good-bye

brighter days
But this little light of mine so surrounded by haze
Life is so black and white but I live in the grey
I often have nothing to say when there’s

saying, ""Hey, World - Kiss My Ass!""... No more wet dreams about Supermodels... No more Barry Manilow... For a few years anyway... Wondering ""Am I

the sword that ain't live by the sword
Only on my Jordan year, tryna beat the high score

It's just me, Hennessy, and this bag of weed
It's just me, Hennessy,

by day
Have a little fun, you know
Now the Beaner sought freedom in his early teens
Escaped from a hole in a sack of beans
Traded in his Pinto, bought

tatted he need attention
New age Muslims - Kendrick eating bacon
Shady ass niggas is starting to get contagious
Wasted years in schools run by masons

off
Bitch I'm number 8 with the ball just like the playoffs 
My uncle got some bread off the white just like some mayo 
I told her do it baby gone

tunes candlelight
Wake up in da morning sun shining bright
Everything on time for that early flight
Cancun gets live when you arrive
Mota on deck fumes

of the assholes and the douchebags
Wrist is Barry Allen, Diamonds on my jewels flash, So you mad,
Salute me not no red, no white, no blue flag
Its the most spoiled

weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wood stove where our hats was hung
Our words was told Our songs was

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Message: The Roots of Rap

1999

feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta

I would wake up early Saturday morning to watch the sunrise
And then a little anime to make the boredom go away
And I'd sneak in the kitchen bank

to sleep than City Mattress
Huh, ask niggas about the Butch
Especially these lil’ rap niggas
I’m ‘bout to cook, huh
You got a little fag in you just by