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credit
Sending shots without a medic
Four bands from my edit's
My exes, "Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha" they regret it, heh
Yeah nigga, I said it, mm
Two hunnid bands

On yo brain bitch
Shawty in love, think I'm famous
I said that I'm nameless
Shawty you feenin', leave it, lemme beat it
Told you I'm the king of this shit

Willie's tube ooo
Now picture us on a limo bus
With a lot of girls and a little lust
Or a couple guys like I ain't shy
Or we can keep it simple with that eye

the credit
I'm a work in progress I ain't perfect imma need some edits
He the lamp to my feet I trust I don't know where I'm headed
So we take it day by day we

Hahahaha
If there's a f*cking problem
With the f*cking f*cks in this f*cking song
Then you can f*cking edit it out
For the f*cking goddamn radio

He Comes

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase,

war that we can declare on ya
Like, "Hmmm, we can just control this whole area"
Overbearing clutch
Country run by billionaires'r'us
Evil predator

up by five
Makin moves that's changing live s
I don't get no shut eye
Cause ain't no stopping time
It's a shame that you that fine
Just to put you

Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you

really really really rich 

Hold up and wait up we takin it back 
Everybody listening to this track 
Cut it and edit it gotta re-readed it 
Like I got

Desert Kites: Something Dark (Radio Edit) Lyrics.

A winters day, far away
In space and time
So long ago, I should let it go
I think about it all

stance switches
I told 'em radio edit
If you want the shit I've got, you'd have to get it on credit or dead it
Fucking bet it on black
I used to jack

inside your brain
sound is the dr.beat
is the medicine
like the fresh oxygen
makes you breathe again
The truth is in the groove，
that makes your body move

Its lil Drop Its lil dropshot and Im barely faded 

Tragic
I fuck on ya bitch and l layup Like dragic,
A savage Im chiefin on cabbage
Atica
Chaotic

What's That? (Que Eso?)

De La Soul

The Piece Maker

2000

no parts in that
You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin' they

(clean - Radio Edit)

intro: was it something that i did

You forgot
What we talked about
That time we said out loud
Some shit we never told no one

You’d

guys were going in
And get great spotted woodpeckers
When they attacked our bird box full of blue tits it upset us
Suppose, that's how nature goes, innit

could've aired it on radio?
And they told me that the fans' biggest fear
Was to hear music that ain't really music to their ears
But I did it without airplay

pins, that still sell raw
So it's some camera shots we
Might have to edit off
I'm all white, you just a block of Beige
And you can't miss me ho
I'm on top

differently
I define deliberately diligent delivery

E
Coz everything is everything it's evidence
My essence is every element
Effortlessly edit your enterprise

a trifle
First time I bought an ounce had me thinking I'm the guy bro
Bagged it all up, had it in my bedside draw like a bible
My brother got pics he dont

Making sure that all my mistakes I don't repeat
Like I mind my own business and I don't give a shit
I say what's on my mind I don't have time to edit
Got

I've been slipping up
Tripping up
Saying things that were a
Little bit wrong
I can't edit myself
Wanna bury myself
But nothing feels so easy right

from the fake
Sans-serif font-face falls the editors way
Erase it all now; destroy my evidence
DOD standards, so forensics can't edit it
Hold me in