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The windows stand like mournful eyes
Huddled dreams and eager lies
Reflected early glories gold
A million fragments of lives untold
By screen they

Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough

city tell em how you feel)

Primo stunner
Late night drilling
Bag that money
Twenty four seven
Hold on
I'm still mapping
Hold on
Ain't no villain
Hold

nothing but clear skies
And
All my life
All my life
Is nothing but clear skies

She was driving through the city
20 past 6
The sunset was blocked by

Am feeling like Midas
The coochie turn to gold
The moment that I touch
Left the city behind us
Now they tranna find us

Am feeling like Midas
Mi mi

up out of danger
Hand on the pistol, the trigger hold the finger
Movin' like a surgeon, got life and death in hand
'Cause I done seen the serpents

Weekend in New England

Vera Lynn

Thank You for the Music

1998

Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near

And tell

on no camels
I'm in the Bentley Coupe, 24's spinnin the saddle
I'm from the city - that's shaped like a boot
Where niggaz are bankin, when I ain't talkin

Sun's dippin' low, casts gold on the stream
Crickets start chirpin' their evening theme
I kick off my boots, dip toes in the cool
Here by the creek,

profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off

Written by Christo Andriopoulos


Oh I thought you knew?
Oh I thought you knew?
They kick you when you down
Man this ain’t nothing new
You can’t hold

like by suckin dick
Then bae like she can get it 
I like freak hoes that eat hoes and slap fives when we done
I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas,

fucking clear
It don't take that long

Hold up uh I'ma go I'ma get it
I'ma flow like, it's a dope rhyme
I'ma grow for the better never get low to your level

Dangerous Dan McGrew

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering

I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you

to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with

the city of God
I walk around in the city like God
Made it out and still come back
Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic, I am

Whispering winds sing to the mountains
Softly sweeping down the line
City lights blind my eyes
Just another day gone by

And it's nothing
And it's

Don't lie to me
I hold it down for my city and they hold it right down for me
Don't lie to me
I hold it down for my city and they hold it right down

I Know You Got Soul

Eric B. & Rakim

Paid in Full

1987

gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break

like that (I fell in love)
I know your burden gets bad, you take and carry my bags
We cry together, hold you down the days you broken and sad
And I

nigga
3/5ths of a man, misquote and I'll choke on the rope
That's provided by the system, with holds on our throat
Deviation for a change lie deep in

every sheath we hold is a testament
To your love untold In the evenings amber glow and the shadows

Fall I rest by the oak where I hear your call

for New York City boys it was our chief design
We being all Irish emigrants the truth to you I'll tell
Who in distress our homes had left and to Ireland