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songs makin' records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
Motherfucker, you eat 'em up!

I'm twattin' ya now cuz I can't shoot you in

Lost my mind when I lost my moms man
That shit be hurting Me when lost maa Mother
That shit took maa heart just like a Burglary and part of
Me died

John the Revelator

Gov't Mule

Dose

1998

who's that writin') John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Look, God walked down the hill one day
Called Adam by his dame
And Adam

back and go holy hell we had the best sex 
But literally I was depressed as hell 
I wish I had a second chance but I gotta keep moving 
To be saved by

it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep

for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle

raise
Now it’s seven eight zero six tall
Keep on hearing trash talk
Fuck boy wanna ball
But the ball aint in your court
Got a mother fucker
Thinking he

Who Are the Sunz of Man?

Sunz of Man

Blazin'

2001

of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll
Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest
Then I rest in peace, then you die in

of my situation, nigga (You have sixty seconds remaining)

Damn, how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga

sayin'? Think
Of my situation nigga
You have 60 seconds remaining

Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss
Damn gave my nigga

Twenty Years Later

Phish

Joy

2009

I can hold my breath for a minute or so
Five days without food is as long as i'll go
I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights
I once

and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments

It's just another day fighting against time
Cause seconds turn to minutes turn to hours in my mind
The days go slow but the years fly by
Slippin

to relive every moment we spent together
With these vivid memories, I'm haunted by every scene
I really need a drink, to make sure that I forget
The things I

mother fucker best believe it
We're the Behemoth

Every single day, all of the bullshit that we're seeing
Perpetrated on a human being

Real talk
I'm

Don fresh and clean
Blue Polo suit had to pick it up at 3
Got it tailored by Ms. Ling shit looked so sweet
On the way to the club
Just left the pent

It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
Can't fuck with us cause we're on the cusp, cusp
Can't fuck with

my last day if Peter ain't intervene
Silly accident as kids asphyxiation under tree
I was 7 with a rope around my neck was barely breathing
Slipped

eyes. Every year, the local radio station 106.7 Lite FM plays nothing but Christmas music around the clock from Thanksgiving to Christmas day. This was

sleeping at John's
Waking up in aisles of 7-Eleven Slurpee shops
Immersing myself in flavors of blue raspberries and black cherries
That grew in poisonous

At risk of self-destruction 
Everyday lived is a battle won 
But I feel any day 
I could lose the inner war
And end it all 
Burn it down
By my own hands
In

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied

Perfect Circle/God Speed

Mac Miller

GO:OD AM [Clean]

2015

defeated by regret
So tell my baby I love her
And if she give me time I'll put a seed inside her, make her a mother
Just know that there's a place
Where

When I wAs A little boy,
(When I wAs just A boy)
And my mother would cAll my nAme,
(When I wAs just A boy)
She'd sAy I hAd to be in the house by 7