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’d explore a back track with your trash rap
Cause I’ll do more than smack back so much  blood and gore you’ll be on the fast track
Instead of on tour you’ll be

told my bitch to get off to me until she come clean
On these beats I go dumb I rarely do dumb things
Baby I'm a dog on the track I really run things
Any

coming back
I pray to god we on the track
No one here supports me
I just do this for me
Maybe fans can adore me
Know/No we can't quit cause you're me
Girls

do that again
And by that I mean end
A sentence with a preposition
I got props for the real hip-hop
Those who pop and lock to
The beat of a boombox

Finna do nigga

Murder at it's best
This is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse
Even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready

Let's get turnt to the right amount 
Yeah that's what counts
Let's have fun tonight while I'm in the town
Yeah that's what counts
You tryna come by

Know Questions, steppin forward, so they don't know what to do wit' me
Touch of death on every track, Grim reaper readin' eulogies
An Artist that's

of that shit
Don't be wasting my time
The moment is lit
Yeah Paul mason inna mix
I'm fucking ya bitch
She addicted to dick
Yea
She like how real niggas get

corner rats, it got em falling back
A lotta tracks to mix, I fix dishes quick but not with Bisquick
Tell chicks they like it 'this thick'
I measure up

mix all night  just praying I get it right UH

We don't back track 
We don't clap back 
We don't fall 
But if we do we'll rise from that 
That's where

The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I’m your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin' fella
So prepare for

Like Johnny Rotten, I switch styles with the year
With an awkward mix, I think I'm in the clear
And now I hold dear the tracks that break the ruts

the energy
Shoot, I know I am, I am, I am I'm metaphorically flying, flying, flying
I know it's because I'm right by him heading to Mount Zion
He continues

I got dynamics
I'm outstanding, never a stand-in for somebody else
Run up on me by mistake, don't run up all by yourself
Celine Dion type beat, main

I'm getting lyric (Lyrics) my words blowing hemispheric
I'm never gone stop on the track and leave business
Unless the money coming in independent

And everything I do just needs a pindrop (Hip Hop)
Chuck it in the mix cause I just love my (pindrop)
Can't get enough I'm always influenced by (Hip Hop)
I

the race bar for
Bar until I finish line
One Punch is genocide
I'm that One by Geno's side little much
Cuz I know they toggle in animation
Big ideas but

the mic from me 

Run the track back
Riding four flats 
When its all wrong 
Where my mind at? 
Get a kick start 
By the dime bag  
But ill cut back
Like

This Dick's for You

Geto Boys

Till Death Do Us Part

1993

[Bushwick Bill]
Bitches I scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks
Cause they be figuring me to be

it up.Hop on a track on every beat i eat it up. We gone bust his head don't aim for feet or aim for guts.Told myself can't never ever go back to being

to my ankles
Bitch got me in shankles
Fuck lighting this candle
My mind got me so mangled
I ain't even do this by
Myself boy I'm so thankful
I cannot

how I make it crack
High stakes til the steaks is fat
What you do take a little bit of this little bit of that
Little bit of Terrance on the track then

Not many options for a homie
To get out the sinkhole ooh ooh
Know they been watching got em
Shivering cuz I been cold ooh ooh
At the door knocking by

Who's the Man?

Heavy D & the Boyz

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 3

1997

tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover

You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound