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Dots & Lines

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

straight, don't sign

With a platinum plaque
She like Robin, George, and Jack
The mind fears what the blinds hide
But I'm here on the blind side
Hanging

Dead End

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathics From Outer Space

2000

what?
My name is who? (Excuse me)
My name is the nutlicker
Hi, my name is what? (Can I have the attention of your ass?)
My name is who?
My name is

Imma start my day by counting these racks you know what's next
Imma link wit the mafia to get a profit out whoever's best
Had to take it to cross

me out the game what did that do
Still here like the name of an ear statue
Bread cheese here funds really high
Walk in the strip club and throw my

it?
What a coincidence that we finished at the same time
Call it fate but it's never too late to make you mine
In this rhyme then take your soul isn't

me out the game what did that do
Still here like the name of an ear statue
Bread cheese here funds really high
Walk in the strip club and throw my

topping (Topping shit)
I'm Batman, these niggas Robin (Robbin' shit)

Say you better, beg your pardon? (Excuse me bitch?)
Green all over me, garden (Getting

fear
And Perfect Love has named me and you
So what is your new name
What is stirring up inside of you
When you hear these words, that His Word
That

a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising
Affect with

meaningless your name is
The birdhouse fights a losing war
It doesn't know what it's fighting for


I'll see you again
I'll see you again
I'll see you again

lost a cousin this year, reminds me life is so quick
I was blurred from these lines like my name Robin Thicke
I know we all lost without you, let me say

to pay my bills, no games
Nobody gimme gimme gimme, so I take
Robin Hood, robbing rich
Robin, Batman, superhero shit
Stopping bad guys and I champ by

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 1

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we

On the couch in your living room

Until that day comes I'll hold on to you
We'll do what we like doing and make our way through
Even if I find somebody else by

get it 
Unpack it like a New Critic 
Live big, liberally balled, James Carville (groan) 
Meet your mom at the mall, Robin Sparkles 
Those lines don't

Baby say my name
Lil' bitch say my name

Hold on, hold on, big ol' racks
Rat-a-tat-tat, wack
Lay my hat in your house on your rack
Like what, what

Freaky Tales

Too Short

The Mack of the Century... Too Short's Greatest Hits [Clean]

2006

and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen

Holy T Silly me don't be laying on the ground just let it be 
It's your time it's your time (it's your time)
It's your time it's your time (It's your

your vision
Don’t worry what others say
Before go making a move
Make sure you map you out a plan
You gotta move with precision
Can’t get caught up in

(laughs)
Aye what's good man
It's your boy Mechii
You know what i'm saying like
You know like, i guess i'm an artist know like
I'm really doing this

flossin' rocks you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg you's a
(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My

people on the outside, I don't want your pity
I want you driving by windows down
So you'll see that little birdie whos pretty
I'm chilling on the metal

the distance
It don’t bother me none
What I start reading is the pleading
Of my techniques being needed
By a giant bastard crone
‘Till they’re fallen

much, can't seem to get up out this slump, I'm
Prolly dealing with more shit than your neighborhood plumber
All I got to my name is this fucking high