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on the radio
Stick this shit in your stereo
Listen so you can hear me
I'm sicker than a venereal
Picture a bitch hysterically itching
At her waist area that's

through the wall
Stop and follow your heart you might avoid the fall
Only the best will stand the test of time
I take this more serious than just a rhyme

U Know U Ghetto

Bishop

U Know U Ghetto

2001

Jordan's on your feet costin' more than your bail
You know you're ghetto when your goin' on a creep
And your girl gotta wait for her children to fall

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

more than most maybe 
Hey larry hey larry it's you and me baby

And you've got a right to
I lied to you first
I wanted salvation
That just made it worse

impeccable versus what more you asking
Than trendy stylish corporate sexy bossy look you can fuck your fashion
I'm like say no to passion of Christ
You niggas

bitches, that's cool and all but I'm fine with this
I-I-I-I love every minute I spend with you, we do more than fuck
You got that conversation and got that

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

second calculation
To protect the future of America
The defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now
But Sage needed more than this
New

We're not the others who've walked down this road

There's someone I know
Who had more taken than bestowed
Was left with cuts I wish that I could mend

herd he still in the bay he yay slangin
They herd he got hitters that
Keep the k bangin
When they see em they gone rob him
Balla block ya boy turn

mind
c savant who keeps surpassing more rotations than a laundry mat
I fell into that well until I guess that rap was Lassie
Have me geeking shit
I been

(huh)
This the College of Knowledge boy we know more (huh)
Y'all can smell it the air when we teleport (vroom)
How you gon evolve
Taking daily lessons

you drive me insane sane 

*radio show talk*
Yo, aye yo turn that down for a second. We got Don Louis in the studio. Don tell us something about you.

MY MIND DRIFTS BACK IN TIME
TO WHEN I WAS A BOY
THE MAGIC OF THE HOLIDAYS
ALWAYS BROUGHT ME JOY

JINGLE BELLS ON THE RADIO
ELVES DANCING IN MY HEAD

The boys guessed that much faster than I thought the boys would guess
I own a car!  CcR!
I own a car!

misappropriated
Shits a shame and often underappreciated
My crafts spic and span not a flash in a pan
I'm passionate damn, that can be seen by the blind man
My

out
Spit it our clean
A momma's boy without a momma
Got my bloodline, Ariana
None of my favs ever get plays on the radio 
So I don't care I can drop

Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama

(Yo yo yo thank you for tuning into kiss AM radio)
(That last song you just heard was Pete Alonso by your favorite virgin Nick Red)
(Alright were

tears once at UCLA, it grew me into the artist 
That you have with you today, surrounded by peers who at the time felt the same way 
I hope to touch more

don’t feel what I’m saying
Man you get what I’m saying
They don’t love a nigga back home and that’s fine by me
Because I got 136 they standing right by me

And I guess that’s why the
D-Boys is pushing weight
‘Cause with that fine philosophy
I know I’ll more than probably
Be the most patient dead man
In these

Morgues filled with bodies
Corpses are rotting
Corners with swat teams
Wardens and cop scenes
Mourn for my top three
Pour out the asti
Warned by my mom
That

prayers
My penmenship is like a AK with extended clips
Production is like explosives that’s constructed by The Premonist
I see the vultures that would hover