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Network

The Pharcyde

Plain Rap

2000

Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for

dead brother
Another mad father, another sad mother
(I'm stressed out) My people
Living in conditions
That ain't air conditioned
We need to break from

The pressure point poet, got promoted
Now I'm vital statistics with the lyrics; when provoked
I'm high blood pressure with the lecture, but I'm extra

toe tagged
Bitch, you look an old hag
Lyrics got all these hoes mad
I don't really care, yeah it's so sad
You better leave like a nomad
Nobody wanna see

of a maze
Made of black mist and mad fists and my head was damaged and I had to manage 
My own hot ferocity because im feral and that's for real 
But I still

my feelings and go get a bag (Yea)
I'm on top of charts and I know that they mad (Yea)
I live in the present don't think about the past (Yea)
I always

you'll drink some till you just piss blood
It's crimson red, that I mark with my inscription
A stab wound, I'm a mad ghoul that you couldn't handle
Listen

bumping we the goats just like Kobe and Nash
How the fuck is you getting that bag
How you getting rich and ain’t ever touch rags
I’m burning that solid

I Am What I Am

Chubb Rock

The Mind

1997

Here we go, ha ha
Thou shalt not have no other great one but me
Transcribin my lyrics is the see-h-you-be	
The lyrics that you hear is not his but

I'm a piece of shit 
Nick name the IRS
If I didn't have to guess 
I feeling kinda fresh 
Vans on my back 
Brother I digress 
Raising middle fingers
Like

to the shacks on Park side
Guess he mad I'm successful
And he can't shine
Oh that's too bad, Oh that's so sad
He remembers Central Park
He better fall back
Let me

get out their lyrics
But i just got tired of this shit
Man i promise i really hate rhyming like this
But still kill this shit
Me I’m that dude cuz I’m

Slaughtermouse

Joe Budden

All Love Lost

2015

right now
Experience and leadership to help suffice right now
I guess I'm askin', "How would you do it?"
Before I do somethin' too stupid
Before my group

Yea
It's that 845 that 201 shit man
Ay
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake

on the track
They get mad ‘cause they can’t fuck with this heavy rap
I’m a clever cat whose lyrics smash’em down to flat
Drop a written threat and let smartie

Lyrics i got em' you need em' you need em' I got em' (11x)
Lay it on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya.

Look bitch I heard around the corner that

chewing up kling
But a man's been low
You never would know
I'm a confident brother so it never would show
Mom worked 2 jobs, I was waiting after school

Another year this shit feel amazing
In the stu turnt up its a lituation
Remember being fucked up I changed my situation
With my brothers going crazy

man's lyrics
Signed a deal flew to the states I'm on some gangster shit
I thought I made it smoking blunts in Jacuzzis 
Top floor suite baddy like one out

by some of the things I'm hearing
How so many people nowadays get hurt feelings
Walk with ya head high and ignore all the haters
Man fuck all these

I'm From the eighty-four like Orwell
Cold world, hot air
Big brother, living hell
Oh well, drug sales
Captivated most of my people
Genocide-like, but

Big pressure I'm a big stepper
Where my baked wings with the lemon pepper
If a bitch mad cause I do it better,
Tell her take notes we could win

about me
But to leave you alone
Well if that’s how you feel girl don’t worry I’m gone
You gon look up ill be long gone
You gon look up ill be long gone

done flew back to the city now I gotta get fur
Then I see my brother is you good I'm good yessir
50 Bands in a rubberband on the dresser
Don't wonder how