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I'm King Of My Rhyme
Ahead of my time
You back of the line
I'm in the front
Not yet in my prime
Snapping your spine
The crown is mine
Bitch get up

rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,

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On the forfeit towns, where they misbehave
Where they skip the bills and they radio slave
I'm a cutthroat boy, you're an empty grave
We can still be friends

Be Jealous

Tech N9ne

Vintage Tech

2005

album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you

boast on this type beat
But they don't see the work I put in when I'm typing
And flexing is okay by me as long as your self made
I've been write since age

nigga I get money by any means
Fuck yo amiris black card swiping buying any jeans
Pull up aston martin Coupe you still got hemi dreams
Prices went up

cradled it
Mj Larry Johnson baby it
Tom Brady it
Tried to be my earthquake it was easy shaking it
It's gone over the green monster
Babe I point past

this real sick friend of mine
An amazin' brain

You know we just stopped there
'bout one short stop
Here we are out on a binge
Hey, we got no trouble,

Young Chante Andrea Jones
Never met her father and momma's never home
Plus she's 15 and she lies about her age
She always on the phone or her myspace

Back then
Back then
Back then no Mike Jones
I was rapping and it was all alone
No team and no support
I realize who true friends are
Great depression

feelin like im jackie chan
The price never drop, but they still come to cop, im taxin em crackers like uncle sam
Ma killas they sponsored by redbull fuck

Yeah, what bitch
FON language, Otaku Underworld shit
Anime god in this bitch co-signed by the Chrisser
One Piece
If I ever fell off
I'd come back

to Canada
Cause I still feel like people be after us (12!)
I got the chopper don't challenge us
White girl, she geeked off of angel dust
Boy you sugar

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

haters can't stop real TRU playas
even though you still hate you can't stop playas
(Beats by the Pound)
Wassup to all the players out there in New

nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then

trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

me
Mans still blessed
Still think life is a test
I'm equipped with the skill and pen
Fuck them beg friends
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side

Jesus in Vegas

Chumbawamba

What You See Is What You Get

2000

then everybone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in

at his best yes
I approached her as she hopped up out that coupe Benz
With her cute friend
As I continue to swoop in
Here's my iPhone now put your number

Man... it just happened so fast
Guess that happens when you're moving too fast
Done with school but she still had class
She belongs in the slipper

eye, they say good-bye,
They're friends, without a doubt
When the man on the pier
Shouts, ""Let them clear,""
As the ship strikes out.

Refrain
Give my

one spot is mine permanent
Predict a hit before it drop
It's fire when the is locked
Sync a beat and keep the streets hot
Seven digit's clock mandatory

Can't Give It Up

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

BTNHResurrection

2000

want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend
But I predicted