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the deep end, yea
Barry White
I know the backstreets fuck around and run a pattern, Jerry Rice (Ok)
I got curfew, work in the trunk, I'm drunk and running

buried twice
Stones I throw bear a tone deeper than Barry white
A rodent living for this cheese I am not one
Steez smooth as Drew Brees in the shotgun
God

a Kamala
With me 
We share the same name
Flesh of my flesh
Get my seed
And all of my game
I’m a dog on the loose and i can’t be tamed
A mad man wild
Can’t be

White America

Eminem

The Eminem Show

2002

motherfuckin' people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I

have to make decisions

Bet the fahrenheit
Left you paralyzed
When you terrified
Then you Barry White
Practice what you preach
Nothing matter but your

don't even share the same hoes
Niggas wanna copy my flow
Copy my style, stealin' my clothes
Look at my watch, that's 150
When in New York, feel like

want me to hit
I ain't Barry Bonds
I ain't Ken Griffey
I ain't Rodriguez
So she can miss me
I ain't Barry Bonds
I ain't Ken Griffey
I ain't Rodriguez
So

Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank

damaged, hanging from the line
Her love's unlimited, she lays there playing Barry White
Girl she plays me Barry White
All night as we drift into the light

The tans were got, taken out and shot
By the brave and the valiant few
Seán Treacey, Dinny Lacey
And Tom Barry's gallant crew
Though we're not free yet
We

Krys Barry
And Richie on the beat Yeah
And we made em' jump

"Look at my wrist
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my crib
Give no fucks I ain't

I'm rolling rolling rolling
Like a fucking wheel
I'm making hits
Barry Bonds
That shit outta here
Caught up in this street shit
My nigga beefing
We be

at... the television...
And the telephone ring
At that time, I had incorporated into my voice pattern what I call my ""Barry White Approach""
And I picked

It's deliberate
You can spin that shit
I have always been legit
Barry G and Zachy D
On tracks with me
And killing it
We militant
Building brick by brick

Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?

But you've got people of all races like coming together 
And helping shape this from the ground up
So now you got little white kids growin' up with

Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your

fucking love y'all
Everybody at fucking A&R, admin, samples
PR, marketing, the execs, fucking Barry White's old ass
That motherfucker took care of me,

we still stand
Got our hearts broken by the people we thought cared
New friends came into our lives and the bad friends
God raked out, ninyina yɛ God's

Born in the Trap

The Game

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I lead a married life, walking in

ese Dodge for life
Tu saliste puesta pa' ser mi wife
En la noche escuchando Barry White
Y un poco de Selena
Y son embuste
Hablan de mi porque quieren

like Barry White 
I let them bubble me like codine mixed with Sprite 
Let a rip and give it all to the mic 
Keep it pushing, gotta get where I'm going

Yeah
Ayo my brown girl
Got them all spazzing
Mix the white girl
With some magic
Turn down a deal
Im still trappin
My workers got workers
And I aint

Yeah
Ayo my brown girl
Got them all spazzing
Mix the white girl
With some magic
Turn down a deal
Im still trappin
My workers got workers
And I aint