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Isis

Logic

Isis

2019

If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)

the day
And drug dealers after dark

If your dorm is far away, great, don't be nervous
You can take one of the shuttles, wait they're not in service

I

Together

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More [Clean]

2002

sure
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We'll still be around
Cause we will rock forever

grace
John Snow in the cold
I'm the king of the gate
Zone for the dome
Cause I'm breathing an eighth
Won't play with my food
Let me season the steak

a blunt of that pack, I'm boutta stunt but I just relapsed
Coughing so strong that my lungs on collapse, walk in the party and we kicking back

We're only

fo' free
I don't even smoke, so don't try to trade a stogie
Now twist caps and sit back, drink until it's pitch black
And if there is a mishap, we'll

Yeah, I'm a need all that pronto

Yes I'm, yes I'm, yes I'm
Gon' ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face

born
No more trace
End of case
And there it is
Love is love
I'm not knockin but stating facts
Penitentiary full of blacks
They were kids
They were dads

unashamed

Look i remember watching videos by Hype Will
Thinking I could do that if I had a nice deal
But the precedent is MC's dead believe
They take

involved
Puff the peace pipe, chip a wall
I'm a mix of John Steinbeck and Biggie Smalls
You're a mix of vaginas and midget balls
Peter Sparker, my only

night had me slippin'
That party was full of losers
They were too busy dreaming
I was too busy doing
Now my brain just got to stewing
Now I'm eight beers

Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha

I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For

a j
Put on some synth wave
Mix sum for the hoes to hoe to
Now they flagging me down
They must be from P-Town
I can't fade the tricks
With fingerwaves

top of the ceiling like satellite  
Saddled with the same niggas I'm schemin' with every day and night
Every show I counted on their companionship by my

drinks three drinks four
Next thing you know I'm askin for more
Shots of patrón
You know that it's on then start pouring ciroc like if I was Sean John

John Coltrane OK and there I said it
And if you don’t know the music take your ass out
And go get it
One could try to use words to describe
But

Yeah, someone call the villains
Someone call the heroes
Tell them that I'm livin' like I'm both
Call me Pete Rose
Livin' by the G code
Never F

a friend or foe
My name's John Doe, and that's the truth
She laughed out loud, so I showed her the proof
If I made up a name, it wouldn't be Doe
She trusted

a trash can like it's Tascam,
Pulled the bull shit, full clip, put the money in the bank with a pair of spanx,
And accompanied by a couple skanks in

Tell Me

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

money
I'm picturing him and John Gotti hanging in the study
I grew to be large in Crooklyn with your daddy back in the day
We were ready to take Harlem

got 2 queens, one Nubian, one Mulatto
Dudes who were full of it laughed at me but now they hollow
Seeing where I've come from makes it difficult

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

The Action

The Best of Cold Chillin': In Control, Vols. 1-2

2001

Now I'm about to get off another funky hit off
And if you think you're hangin, yo, I think you bit off
More than you can chew, now how you gonna

the gift shop by the lake that bled blue rivers full of rain

And truth was stretched like clingfilm
Over a john of the kind they have by the Autobahns
And I

We're back up in the booth like spare tyres
Whole crew full of gunners I'm presiding like ken friar
Y'all favourite self sabotage and that's how you land