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Well, this happens to be the counteraction
Special request to de' man like Pupa Quan
I&I JonnyGo Figure on the microphone stand
Come fe' nice up che'

alarming you to listen up
Yeah I take a red cup 
Pour drank make a flood they don't listen to the lyrics fuck you thought it was
Said I pour some liquor till

Fuck the tax man
I'm cold. Like a cunt from Lapland 
Not Nordic but I go north 
And play opposite to the opposite and so forth 
Plus I'm such

'bout who I am, could've been a mess with borderline
I got a moral compass tho I'm not sure what's the border line
Like Spain and Portugal, when

gettin' burnt by the sun
When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise
Talk a whole lotta shit, like I'm supposed to lose my poise
Man, I'm way past

For the love of the music
And for the love of the art in it
I spits lyrics and stunts critics
Said yes I'm involved in it
I turn greats to fans

the house

[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent,

Dead Man's Shoes Lyrics
Like a fish outta water
When all the lakes have run dry
Take this lamb to the slaughter
He'll go with his head held high

I

with the lyrics all the same
They brag and boast claiming they are the "don"
The bible says God opposes the man that's proud
Humility will come out

alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand
Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a sun tan (Malik B.)

Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So

flame
You the string to my kite
And The peddle to my bike
You the sun to my moon
The light to my night 

Depressed all day writing lyrics getting faded
We

overrated
Flow is off balance and lyrics are battling nothing but teenager haters
Feeling like you get attention enough
Yet you go pay for them haters
To view

These voices they talk to me
Door closes(Wooo!) They follow me
Psychosis, ki..kinda me
Cursed poet, quite rare to see
Man you know I hate the whole

got no stubble
Lyrics dem wet no puddle
Figured them out no puzzle
Yeah I'm taking a dig no shovel
They're all bark no bite no muzzle
Man said I'm up

we'll run you over

If the opps try to have beef you know
We'll chef up the man like Gordon
Don't ever test ur luck with the
L1k the opps cannot compare

(VERSE 1)
fresh afternoon 
man wanna vibe and they on the tune
making my lyrics just flowing on my books
letting the spirit just rime to my rules

That still contain housing projects
Her smile is a
Warm sun as is this room the temperature in
Here has been set to about 300 degrees
At Nicki's request

the Sun of God, changes his house and
Enters the Age of Aquarius
The Sun of God as man is hilarious (okay)
When you think of Jesus, think of the Sun

sacrifice
Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time, to find design
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black

Innovations

Saukrates

The Underground Tapes

1999

My diction make friction, switch in diamonds from coal
Heavyweight lyric, man I be ripping jabols
I be hitting it every minute though there's seconds

Yeah, yeah
Me and my man Com Sense
Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin
Where you at, yo?

I'm about to make the name Com Sense a name you fear

This that type of flow
Like a rolling stone
Always on the move tryna get set go lyrics get ya
Right in the zone
In another element no man woman or child

Music Man

Marley Marl

Marley Marl's House of Hits

1995

Muuuuuuuusic!
	The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band

Girl shotgun the Front Seat
Man I got more in the back seats
They say they wanna get to know me
Cos their man plays all my songs ay
Cah the suns out