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a thing
Popping bottles of bubbly, living life like I'm a king
Celebrating my youth by sacrificing my peace
But I don't give a fuck, I'm chilling in the VIP

Let me tell you what it takes to join the Numbers
A boy never had a dad, he jumps the gun first
Dodging bullets on the sands of the Flats
His mother

me, they gon' see me
From the music, or actin' on TV
Like a pitcher, I'm lettin' the heat beam
I'm in the majors, surrounded by Pee-wee. Take em' out

Etc.

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed")

Pen predator
Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X)
Pen predator, et cetera,

youth gettin’ old
Never let my heart grow cold 
Living life like it’s golden

Gettin' high by the seaside 
With all my day ones 
We be living the good

nut sack played with by Rachael Ray my dick will take days to killa I’m a thrilla back with Michael Jackson with them red jackets and zippers. Fuck

my shit bitch
Get bread like bisquick
You're a soft ass nigga with
A face full of lipstick
Let me show you how a crip dip
Get ships and flips and take

King Is White and in the Crowd [BBC Session]

Simple Minds

Themes, Vol. 2: August 82-April 85

1990

Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say

Lately my peoples been failing me
Nigga
Drugging all the youth don't make a better me
Nigga
That's why I'm cursed to write these holy-rap soliloquies

in they styrofoam (in they styrofoam) 
Take a shot and it goes straight to the dome (to the dome) 
Shawty blowing up my phone 
The city needs a king,

If you take shots at God you're asking me to shoot back
If you take shots, are drunk, don't speak, just seat back
Don't let your passion run you into

She played with my emotions, put me in a downward spiral
Fucked up, heartbroken, I'm in denial
Damaged youth, feels like everybody's suicidal
Every

The Hidden Hand

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Yeah  time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) 
'Cause if we won't  then who will? (True) 
Terror Squad style  yo 
(Speak on it God) 

Yo  I

Uh Oh

KRS-One

Return of the Boom Bap

1993

sleep?
Now the boy dead we want to know from you
Who shot the car up, are we gonna take you?"

Uh oh! Now what you gonna do now?
Uh oh! Boy, them

me if I want to dance (at all)
Pistol on my side if it get live, hope it don't want a chance (yeah)
Uh, laid up by the water, I just want a tan (tan)

(yo) it's hard to forget, we all trynna survive and we live
I'd rather feed the homeless and take time to talk to their kids
show them life aint a walk

the standard fight, we'll walk by faith but not by sight
we're all the same color when you turn out the lights
i take the sunshine with the pain
grab my serin

angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say

Last Wordz

Ice Cube

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

Uh, am I a G? I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope 
2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob

the pill carry
Carry hits till your buried
Mother Mary said they make you think this world is scary

Long from the thought of pain aged by days it only takes

Verse: 1

You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

Only Trust Your Heart

Ernestine Anderson

Boogie Down

1989

Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say

know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables

know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables