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Wu-Wear: The Garment Renaissance

RZA

High School High [Clean]

1996

brown skin derby
Master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history

show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge

I heard a knock, when I was lying in bed 
Looked at the clock, three thirty-three’s what it said 

Third time this week, nah, this is not in my head

dead, the colour was red. Lives are through, the colour was blue
People are fighting while people are writing.
But I realise someone is hiding the truth

accused
Of heresy on three
Counts - heresy by thought, heresy
By word, heresy by deed
And heresy by action - four
Counts do you confess?
Wilde: I don't

Red Rum

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ain't Too Long

2017

be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch
Still keep that

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make

and the choices niggas make


Hook
Chest Pains (feel it in my fucking chest), 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in my fucking chest, Chest Pains, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in

learn a lot
By the way I think my perm is hot
Teaching math makes me burn out
Look at my muscles I have my shirt off
Sorry I have colour weakness
I can't

Hypnotize Cash Money

Juvenile

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

the Three 6 

40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws 

a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall 

I'm certainly hittin corners,

to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between

fucking colour I can see
Colouring, every fucking book, since the age of three
Call me mean, but in my defence, it was just a dream
Waking up,

back
With a metallic blade and either silver or lead
While it's still blazing burning all red paint the colour of your death bed
Cause you know you're

Back again, you know the business
Mafia in the cut
Uh
My instincts are ultra like dude's
I'm stronger and harder to bruise
I'm built up so different,

vibrational harmony
With sound waves would be titled Break Dancing 
Graffiti Art the study and experimentation 
To find meaning in colour, light and dimension

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

can't forget her​

(Chorus)

LEcVES cRE SPREcDIN' WIDE OPEN ​
BLENDIN' COLOURS, GREEN OCEcN 
VIBIN' ON THE ScME POTION ​
DO IT SLOW-MOTION

(Verse 2 by

narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her

you canceled like a homophobe
In this PC culture, address me as the GOAT
Like they call Chief Keef Sosa
In my sectional like a fuckin' three piece

(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack

red and black colour suffocated into lovers straggled everywhere is power
Yes you can ignore it
So i have made a mess between fancy and life

North Country Blues

Bob Dylan

The Times They Are A-Changin'

1964

in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled

North Country Blues

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan/Times They Are A-Changin'

1968

in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled