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Sometimes I feel like sliding
Sometimes I feel like fuck it
I really don't know bro
What would you do?
If yo money was low and you didn't have no help Nigga

Jimi Hendrix, that nigga rock CC
Okay oh, you ain't fuckin' know?
(Yes sir) Are you off Adderall?
What the fuck we doing
Brodie whippin' hella bows (Go,

Cash, Joe Strummer,
Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison,
Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age

Yeah, I like all my benjis blue
Got two 10s in a Benz wearing Jimmy Choo
You would think that they fans watch my every move
And I roll by myself, I

our money, move out to Fenwick
Never had to make a comeback, baby, I been sick
Rockin' Jimi Hendrix, all our summers are endless
Cause we them paid

summer 1999
I just dropped off a friend of mine
In the old car that I have but I do not own
And there’s a song called “Drifting”
By Jimi Hendrix on my

a Gemini, yeah, you know how Jimi be
But this here is some of my realest rhymes
Been watching empire, but I should be building mine
You worry ‘bout yours, I’m

Insta'
You'll know where my show at
Get fucked by the throwback
Look at my old ho's, now I throw that
She too good for a burr back (too good)
Lil' bitch

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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Words sometimes

shot full of hate
Trapped and confused by the moods you create

Here come machines with the take-away dreams
Sometimes its real but it's not how it seems

Big Scrilla

Killa Tay

Snake Eyes

2000

y'all sucka ass niggas, uh 

Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you ain't rappin right nigga 
Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga 
Supposed

birthed em
Why can't we keep the peace
They Warring against police for killin homie
Feel it
How can you know my pain
Hope they don't slander my name
I be

(David, David Banner, David-)
(Ain't the way I planned it)
Oh, no, no (oh)
If you could only know my feelings (yeah)
Then you would know how much

alogories, you’re giving them half the story
Who is “Cairo Clarendon”? I’m never hearing him
Black Thomas Jefferson?
More like a Hendrix in 2021 but I’m

independence
How much would it cost for you to pay some attention
Tired of the repetition 
Feels like we're just playing some tennis
Shout out to my people that

to backstreets like the bus
You niggas can't compete so don't fuss, only heat that I excrete, turn to dust yeah
I use to think this would be easy but now these

I get your life updates from your mom
Not sure how we ended up this way
At one point I would think it was my fault
But Jimi taught me Nothing Gold

the weather
Know it gets cold on them long nights
It's you I wanna hold on them long nights
We got separated by this long drive
Now I hit your phone to see if

You Got It

Jodeci

Diary of a Mad Band

1993

have an orgy y'all
Let's see y'all
I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba
Stop if ya guard extra-large
Better keep my guns tight

and a milly
Came along way from a bad place
Gotta know that taste of hunger before u get the glory
Went mad in the house and I feel like Cory
I be switching

people passed the plates and if it
Ain't happenin' willfully, we show you how we really feel
We hear a bounty on ya head, we'll collect that multi mill

They like Jimi how you still so positive
'Cause when it comes to fucks, I don't got a lot to give
I don't lay down my game I'm on top of it
I set

TONIGHT,
IT’S HALLOWEEN NIGHT

SO HOW DO I TELL YOU HOW I FEEL
IF I CAN’T FIND YOU IN THIS HALLOWEEN CROWD
AND HOW DO I TELL YOU HOW I FEEL-
HOW DO I TELL

You Got It

Jodeci

Back to Mine

2005

have an orgy y'all
Let's see y'all
I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba
Stop if ya guard extra-large
Better keep my guns tight