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Syntax Era

Leaders of the New School

T.I.M.E.

1993

makes you want to stop. 
But? (I know you, and you know me) 
C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D. 
That's deep as I look at all the videos. 
Wack stage

Let me start this off by saying I like to smoke hella sour
Devourin' hella beats by the hour
Politicin' talkin' money power
I just want that crib by

Yeah, keeping it old school
You know what it is
Bro I'm high as fuck
But I'm chillen ain't simpin about a girl she know wassup
Always gotta keep it

feel like a pillow
Smoking on this weed got it rolled up cigarillo
I'm rapping on this beat got it loaded up instrumental
Baby this is my whip no it's

mattress is costly
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head and stop me
Yeah
West side boy with a east side ting when I pull up, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt)
Girls who never cared

You and I
My baby girl
My pumpkin spice
My apple pie
I
Want you in my life

Let
Me
Love you
Let me love you down
Take off your gown
And kiss you all

Number 10, harry kane, look i always hit the spot

What i mean is baby girl i always take my shot
I wouldnt need a scout if im tryna tie the knot
Youre

challenger
I love the girl who always loves to back it up
And then she grinds on me like a steel saw
Then we go up and down like a sea saw
Then we might take

and surviving (Yeah)
You're the only one that I'm liking
When the waves start to come, I'm a viking
When you come by I feel free
I can't stop staring I pree
What

on the Spice Girls
Wash them down with cinnamon
Take a train to Donald Trump's and fuck Ivanka, Get it in
Call these rappers Sleepy Joe, Okay, Biden
We go so

awkward with the flow like a girl trying to piss standing
Or like Ice Spice trying to fit in spandex
My flow is sick grotesque and rancid
That if I was

get
I Spy with my cute lil eye
A man who could neva be my type
I pull girls by just chillin' inside
You gotta yell yo we outside
You in the comments

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

Sittin by Clearwater, crib by Clearwater, let's go
By the Clearwater where I reside, By the beach with a bitch getting high
And we both know it's

between 
Mrs. Sunshine and the future I need

(Instrumental)

Haunted by the ghost of Mrs. Sunshine 
That happy bitch has auctioned off her spine 
The more

Yeah
Uh
Uh
Right now it's so many people by me but I still feel alone
I been losing my mind seem like no body know
Seem like no body care
All

all of the spice, yeah girl I start with D
Take a couple notes from my life, yeah that's the recipe

right, bitch!
They think their shit tight, I'm squeezing vice grips
I fuck the black girls, he fuck the white chicks
My herbs and spices, leave em with

break a sweat
no be by force omo na common sense
i like my girls blonde or Brunet 

whats it gonna be
you wanna lie dont lie to me
wanna get wild its

It's not too damn easy to live by your own man
Try to cash in the dead town people here are dumb man
Rich dude car bonk then girls gonna bonk back
I

As a kid i was guilty by assosciation
Killed me to abatement
I was struggling in that basement
Battling dissociation
Scraped my knee right on that

the place you oughta be."
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.
(B-B-B-Beverly.)
B-B-B-Beverly.
Instrumental Break. 

Whoah, listen

think twice
Solidarity is like sugar and spice I Think I understand the hype
Been learning so many lessons
It's time I stop blocking my blessings

Shorty too bad got a young boy dancing like ooh
Trust me I could put a girl like you in the mood
Feeling different like what have I got to lose
Yeah