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Skwad Training

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

blunts stay tight
(Wet it with the steelo', niggas know they below, status)
And your eyes red
(My fuckin' apparatus, be the baddest
Entertainin',

a Versace jumpsuit
Nigga see my squad been winning he wanna jump suit
I don't trust that nigga bruh if he jump shoot
I ain't got no love for these hoes, all

in the shadows
Run! (If you spot Fahey or Battle)
Run! Don't be dumb, cops are scum
They're handing out summonses by the tons
Run! If it meant he

Caught Out There

Kelis

Kaleidoscope

1999

to me (oh, no)
When you don't come home to me (man)
Can't deal, can't bear

You keep tellin' me lies
But to your surprise
Look, I found her red coat

to me (oh, no)
When you don't come home to me (man)
Can't deal, can't bear

You keep tellin' me lies
But to your surprise
Look, I found her red coat

callous on top of callouses
Y'all fools need help, some type of apparatus
On average your style is cow, boy, a bunch of Dallas's, nigga
And I don't

Small town kid with big city dreams
Momma told me pray when faiths what I need
I can't cause my nightmares picture me, in a
Jumpsuit in front

so good
Ima buy you
Some red bottoms gucci jumpsuit
She like bentley you be styling
Yeap ima wave you a island
Her neck give me peace like a island

too fast and land on your ass

i hide my pride

inside myself insane fucked up form mind games
controlled hate in me held back by serenity
farewell

Imagine their
Sisters and mothers
I'm praying for peace
I'm praying
They don't find a piece
Because a piece of revenge
Is so sweet
I been
Fighting

Hope I never wake up from this weed coma, peep a whole lotta weak shit ya corner
Cornea, red, arizona, cardinal
This that ragin thru the margin flow

Evading
Blast at the jacker then take what he pay me yeah
Blast at his ass if he raiding
Blast at his ass if he raiding

Rip apparatus, dont care about

at the red light
They don't want smoke, pull over get your head right
They don't want jokes, they smoking in the dead night
My niggas 'chillin at the red

Arabian Nights

Shabaam Sahdeeq

Soundbombing

1997

without your heat on
Don't get it twist
I leave the cypher with split lips Shadeeq style, sick
Call the specialist 
Unwrestle this
Red tape make thick

lives of Jesse Jackson
Strolling through the streets
Of Washington DC in a red, black
And green liberation jumpsuit
That he has been saving for
Just

that
You somebody dad
Chances I gave you
A surplus you had
Did a quick bid
And I ain't even mad
Hate the crisscrossing
I don't fuxk with plaid
Cut all

Mask on with the jumpsuit and a butchers knife, they know what's up
Put that on my last name, lotta tricks under the hat
I pull out you see two thangs,

I don't know, man, it just feels different this time
Made some money, slipped up, became a junkie
Caught some felony cases, ate Zaybo lunchmeat

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like

Verse 1:

The sun has never set. It simply disappeared behind the earth as it revolved. The end is a fiction of imaginations unresolved. Don't ever

Trouble

Mac Dre

Gucey Guce Doe Boy I Got That Cake Mix

2009

seems
Ya nah mean
Don't play that game without your team
Kill for my bread
Kill for my g's
Kill for my cream
I will have that red beam on high beam

stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak

of y'all cold, just a light fan
How you hate me, but you acting like a fan
Don't know I hold the power in my right hand

Whole-lotta vibes, whole-lotta, uh

cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time

Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring