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Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season

still ain't keen
You're a child
You don't play love by the rules

Piece by piece
Brick by brick
You build me up to knock me down with your Judas Kiss
You

Smash Sumthin'

Redman

Westwood Presents, Vol. 2

2001

Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin

Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole

in the night
Loving to talk right by your side
And every words that you say set me high
The moment i saw you i got stressed i know why
You got me

Underground

Necro

I Need Drugs

2000

ventriloquism hits you like ism
Sprayed with raid mixed with pissim mixed blades butchery sadism
I rip your gat, when I twist my wrists
1 finger, 2 finger, 3

Those summer days will roll right by
Those summer nights will leave you blue
Like Elvis waiting by his telephone
Don't worry, he's lonely too

They

reflection remains

There is only just a
Pair of autumn sunglasses
Just a pair of autumn sunglasses and me

Cross the bridge and your silhouette fades
You're

Get it off the boat
Working hands on deck now
This my life you know that live it
Ain't no more regrets now
Finger fuck it been in a bag
I'm talking

cross your heart and hope to die?
I'll bring someone to life, someone for real
Someone who feels the way that I feel

I study Sanskrit and Arabic

fingers, squad jump on it, roll you up like dutchies
Haunt yo ass, I'm in your nightmares like that folklore Duppy
Have you shook at every corner, pop

me as i am 
Be one with me 
Love me as i am 
Set me free as i dive into the unknown . 

If you never try you'll never know 
Cross fingers that we won't

Mob Niggas Don't Die

Twista

Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures

2001

Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down

You are the juice, Not I
Cross on the move, Give us the truth
You are the juice,Not I

I wanna keep sharing your legacy 
Let My writing still keep your

gotta bear mine
You gotta bear yours
That blood is good
Provides a cure
You can live that thing
Clean and pure
Polished up
By the nails he wore

Blessed

a summer
Go and get the runners, I don't need a gunner 
Me, myself and my pistol by the stomach
Square Root because you'll never get the number
Where

Here I Go Again

Mr. Serv-On

Guilty Til Proven Innocent

1998

don't want to cross if you kinda value your life 

Whether wrong or right, I got a pocket full of rocks and I'm on a block 

Smokin weed with my

me?

Combing over broken cross I held onto you
Haunted by the ghost of something new

Curtains fall, fashions fade an endless summer over
Another

sinners life just by laying his down
Eyes set on heaven
Feet walking earth
A life given over to his divine work
Counting the cost he picked up the cross

all set like tables in a restaurant
With ever spitting fiction made
Up like it's Revlon
Son, my reign started back when
They put my record on
It got

And I'm dripping sweat / you kiss my neck / that's witchcraft
Make an offering with this crystal glass / over this edge 
What can I give back? 


Fingers

me of a summer song 
I wanna love you love you in your summer thong
I wanna put my fingers fingers where they don't belong 
if you temporary lust then

before a cross and brought the whip down hard
‘Carry it!' they shouted, as I struggled to my feet
I put my shoulder under it; dragged it to the street 

I

I Am Your Leader

Cam'ron

Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded

2012

Uh look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter bitches, this the up cutter
Nun-chucker, no time to ducka'
Sign of the cross 'cause this is her

right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off