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In The Dark
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody

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In the dark
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The clock stretches on
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Slowly the seconds get lost
G
In the dark
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I fall apart

G

a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it

niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!

Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas

Who Are They

Scarface

Emeritus [Clean]

2008

ya, wantin to kiss on ya
Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun
You thirty-seven

one taddle
You small fry's, fall guys, we don't do that
A louisianimal and I'm still hollering who day
Take a second to breathe, I'm the best in

the houaeoazeiouse

Mark: Wee! Hey, you know what, hang on
I wanna make this like a big golf -
Tom: (burp) Excuse me! Mark: Excuse Tom
Tom: Sorry mark: I wanna make

Power

Rapsody

Laila’s Wisdom

2017

He's banana's, competitive, we can dance
Siege the damage, no more fo' he peed his pants
My second LP had real niggas on POTUS lawn
My seven trophies

lots of money, no debt, all cash

Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)

I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my

I'm Singin'

Biz Markie

All Samples Cleared!

1993

to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by

2nd Childhood

Nas

Stillmatic [Expanded]

2001

twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood

"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"

Lausd

Jurassic 5

Quality Control

2000

[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how

when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview

Something

life applies the pressure
Devours second guessers
Test your soul, take ya measure
Tempt you wit tarnished treasure
Are you gon stand or fall
Are you gon

Buck Wild

Biz Markie

I Need a Haircut

1991

rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down,

by beauty
I see lust lies in your eyes

With your Christian Dior Heart
And your Louis Vuitton lips
You the wants finer things
The real big expensive

and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]

I'm from Detroit's

The jig is up
Like how I let the beat build huh
Buildin up

Wavy like the 7 seas
In this game tryna ball no 2nd string
My lil bih fine even wit 
no mabeline

go natural. 
But at sixty-eight, approaching the big seven zero, her life long vanity would not allow it. 
And so, as the portable radio blared, she

what I want to become
You left me a bunch of letters for some reason I don't read 'em
Maybe it's because deep down I'm convinced I don't need 'em
Seven

built everything in a week
That's why He's the face that I seek
I fall seven times and it's often I stumble
But it's my weakness that be keeping me humble

it for sure
Wanted three end up throwing him four
On the stove he just watching it boil
Know its fire you can tell by the oil
Bitch you know I'm big

Take a quick second tell you how I wanna live
It's a make believe life fairy tale kinda shit
Open up the door to a 'Rarri for a whip
And I take

where I'd be
Cause you are my refuge
When this world feels too big for me
Sixty-seven-thousand miles per hour
We're so small in this galaxy
But I just

How you get another chance tomorrow?
I don't hustle like that
I hustle like there's
There's not a second left
You know there's tomorrow
I'm