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Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal

Let's Make Tonight the Night

Luther Vandross

Luther Vandross

2001

arms you were running to
I'd give you love in these arms of mine
If I was the one in your life

If I could have just one wish
I'd wish that you were

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
'Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these

say "Young Money" nigga
For sure camped out in front of your house
We just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers
Snickers

some ladies frames
She knows I'm a catch like David James
I'm a keeper like David James
Ask for the best and I'll say these names
Jemet, Dushane

shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck

tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49

(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller

And I'm Runnin' Lights
Catch me on my time time time time time
Take it all my life is fine 
Calm it babe I know what's mine
Mine mine mine mine

My

Book Of Rhymes

Nas

God's Son

2002

saying?
Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember

Floating through this life of mine
I don't need you by my side
(By my side)
Floating through this life of mine
Watching all these days go by
(Bye)
Floating

around
Need you, need you to come around
Have to, have to make you mine
Have to make you mine

Alright, so I got high and had this brilliant idea to, uhh,

at the profession, call me James hurt
And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
(He's dead)
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought

You play with my mind
With these games all the time 
Through the rain you shine 
Can i make you mine 

It's like a habit like this 
Love is a drug

every now and again 
All by design 
I'm getting it patterned 
I see through the lies 
They know how to pretend
Out on a limb 
An arm and a leg 
For all

Octavia
Octavia
Why don't you be mine
Why don't you be mine
Octavia
Octavia
Why don't you be mine
Why don't you be mine
I hate parties like these ,

In the shadow of her trunk
Tracing grooves along her side
Heaven bless this tree, which hovers
Above his body, near to mine
One hundred thirty-seven

of mediocre mode, pay for a DBA

The man with the mic goes by Famous Frank James
Dang gang, it's all cool beans
Pop two or three, A, B, C, D, E
Bitch I'm from

Millworker

Emmylou Harris

Portraits

1996

(James Taylor)

Now my grandfather was a sailor, 
He blew in off the water 
My father was a farmer 
I, his only daughter, 
Took up with a no-good

Here in north east Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton
Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek
They built a blast furnace

I'mma hit these niggas this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)

Try to explain to you buds, this shit is circumstantial
I am your friend, as sure

I'm e-classic
(This is a Tay James exclusive)
Fly so classic, pocket full of plastic
Getting active with a actress
Who loves shagging
Magnums, baggage,

Crowism jewish and Spanish people
Will by default face these
Consequences too when
The Fourth Reich takes off, Wops
And Spics will face
Segregation for

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House [Clean]

1990

to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"
You

cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama