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sample drum kits
Stoner metal X hits
Jay and T tactics

Someday you gotta put me down

Back in the beginning
I often had a feeling
That hip hop was made by

The Smoke Off

Shel Silverstein

Songs & Stories

1978

Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that

(Sean sent the beat, I know it's cray)
She walk in the room, they staring
Cause she she like that
Every time she see my name
Baby hit me right back
I

stay 
To get by roll a 2 & no you cant hit my jay

They said i got you or some shit like whatever that mean
I gotta roll on me at least 20 bands in them

these bitches they be ran by
If he move too quick we gon hit him
K hit him, Jay hit him
Zay get em, K hit em
Make em forget where he came from
Niggas,

to a Renegade
Like Eminem and Jay Z
Cause me without music is like
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high

The Massive Improve'lence

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)

out of sight, out of mind
Came across the light then I see bright lights get behind
Thinkin' to myself like JayR is it go time
So I slowed down while it

I could body any rhythm
This my coping mechanism
If any bodies getting hit
I hope it's with wisdom

Back from dead
Missing his head
To death I bled

From a dark place i see the light
Niggas running up on park place
Every night you got the narc chasing
The feds place every night
It'll have your heart

Ducking lights before they hit me wit the rico
The world is yours with all the smoke Al pacino 

Cant you tell ya name doesn’t ring a bell 
Plates stop

[Jay-Z:]

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music

loaded as I tote another bag, getting wealthy

Chomping at the bit to get some coin

Hauling in a bit I hit it boy

Holler in a bit I'm with my boys

Call

me like a trump vote
I'll roll a jay by myself on the road moe
Use my knees like a hoe that's tryna let me go
Then I break down the weed on sheets

Sneak it out crib if the ends don’t hit
El Kareemo need a new wrist
Putting the game in a new twist
Submissions the Mission
I need don’t no permission

right
Motherfucker call , Sean Paul, please give me the light I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna take flight
You tryna get by, I'm tryna live life I'm married

there's money in your pocket
And different bitches faces on the
Neck inside the locket
Bracelet on the dash, light hit it
Gleam glass our drugs is in your

Exhibit C

Just Blaze

Exhibit C

2011

at Tweetstock
Building by the millions
My light is brilliant

If I wait just another day
[CHORUS: JAY]
I got to tell ya
getting blinded by the lights
I got to tell ya
bout the chaos in my mind
I got to tell ya
all

You know what it feels like
Being raised by the street lights
And everyday fighting for my soul
A young man walking out the door.
These new rules

the mood then we’ll hit reset
Summer time dazing
Living life like a vacation
Couple drinks I ain’t chasing
Whiskey rye I’ll take like five
Got my friends by

your eye
While, the ghetto bird kickin up dust when it flies
By city hall zig zag ziggurat occupying all
Space so real estate makes big cake
And LAPD

I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah 
I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light 
G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets

he got gas, tryna pump his diesel
Then there was Sean, there was John
Both copped me Saint Laurent
When he said, what he say, might get' em both in one