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on a beat
That's dinner that you giving me
My songs on the radio
Everybody feeling me
Wanna see a grammy on my shelf
Make it out the bottom by myself
Do these

Graffiti

Digable Planets

Beyond the Spectrum: The Creamy Spy Chronicles

2005

that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and shake em off like fleas
Electromatic radiation, radio waves
Changing frequency
Here in n.y.c we get busy
Raps and peas,

than radio metal 
And she's so good 
But, she's no good for me 

Oh, Miss Delaney 
What's the matter? 
You waited by the window 
(You waited by

gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me

Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s

shorty's on the rise
They was learnin', growin' up double time
Their environment was 10 times more grimey than mine
I was a little shy guy, girls flirted all

the commercial breaks
I’d dub a little country over daddy’s rock and roll
Mixtaping the radio
 
It's more than just a plastic case, probably ain’t worth a thing

to blue
There are more hats in Team Fortress 2
Than there are real forts in the whole EU
'Fort Boyard' took 56 years to complete
So by the time that it was

to drill
If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper
Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still
Two sticks in the whip, no

my Bells
Propelling by grace and Faith as well
That's why I'm certain of winning like the great Michael Phelps
I swear to God I hate to see it when my

The Professionals

Tracey Lee

Many Facez

1997

crew rock and tell 

from the bullets and it goes, once you, 

hire Professionals, shit explodes, you 

can tell by the damage that we do it shows.

Pause the Tape [Bonus Track]

JJ Doom

Keys to the Kuffs [Butter Deluxe Edition]

2012

tomorrow, starving
Welcome to the club, registration
We'll be out here collecting nation's revelations
Sensations of latter day saints
And more lies than

to say that I'm in love)

Hold me tight
If you go i'll surely die
You're the one I want for life
More than this
What can I do to make you mine, girl

Jump

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

more so on occasion
Busy at this age and so much has been changing
Turning like the page Bob Seger use to play on the radio station on the way to school

(It's Cosmos Radio)
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo, pass that joint over here I wanna smoke one time
I got some shit to get off my mind, respectfully, ha

Uh,

a list of things I need to do around the house
Then I hang up the phone, turn the radio back on, and sit back down
I know my boy ain't here but he ain't

certain rules are more important than others, and only applied on some
oi oi oi fate of mediocrity
the rich seduce the poor and the old is seduced by

15 homosides and 63 violent crimes
As if that's the way it's supposed to be
We know things are bad! Worse than bad
They're crazy! It's like everything,

the school?"

Cause I was in the principal's
Offices more than the class
Wouldn't write a letter of
Recommendation for my ass
See most of the teachers hate me

a chrome
People think that i’m hostage im locked in my home
But i do it by choice
Just ask all of the boys
I grind for the passion bitch leave me alone
I

me now
I gotta pave my own road somehow
The songs earlier made you look
Now this the song that got you shook
Told yall earlier the boy ain't no rook

disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year

Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

album that comes out is worse than the last one
Curses and a verse about how they're gonna blast one
Mumblin the lyrics off instead of really handlin
That