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practically shit
After that you wrote a shitty album for some stupid bitch?
Fuck is wrong with you, man I'm glad I murdered your ass again
I'm about'a spark

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

We Can Get Down

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

the house that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap by what we see, meaning

I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your

The Certificate

Hilltop Hoods

Calling

2004

brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got

to a sick society
Suddenly the will to die is slightly digestable
Um, and I've been getting like this really eerie sense of peace and-
When you're about

body
Them and put them in to get you scarred
Hey, I’m gonna pay, it is to me, what you say
Watch your mouth so your
Eyeballs go in front
They out of your

grace when life's no more
Every night is laden with complications, heart at ache by the consolation I'm pining for
And sometimes think maybe, I won't

Barely on the second album and my mind is on the seventh problem is that  
Most of y'all think I'm overzealous but I promise that 
I'm apprehensive when it

non-rapping niggas, better swallow your pride

You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time,

He technically didn't, but music is like a disease. It's always in your blood. When I would mention that, I dreamed about writing Christmas music for

Yea see I'm a vet nigga
Yall motherfuckers ain't got no rhyme scheme no flow pattern
Nothing
Yall ain't even talking bout no real shit in yall music

The bubble guns off

My heart stopped
For a second this story is fantastic
Sold it on credit now payback
Is bodies in plastics
Truth all so solid, it's ceramic

really just that much beta
A stronger version of self really all that's behind each layer
That's why... I only get better each time I peel off
This is

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you

A solid seven
But what I love is non-asthetic
The next question is
Who is great and who's the goat
That's something only you should know
I'm living out my

cares how many people of numbers you exposing
When it comes to your body count that's just disappointing
If you're Black and someone calls you the N word

been creeping for weeks
Mama made a talking head
Brain and organs in a bag of bones
Daddy gave me swagger yet I'm
Surrounded by rapping clones

If you

to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself
Man I'm the next one
Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son
You could think that you're superior that's your

your the head is blown
Fucking on another nigga
Talking about you miss me, girl you filthy
Just know that I been shifty like twenty two
Prolly why it's

all the talking get us anyway
Because talk of the Devil and that motherfucker still appears on your shoulder

They say a problem shared is a problem

the album, now you born again
Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin
Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead
I hang

what oppression is
Not emotional cuz I felt what depression is
I don't just body the beat I dismember shit
No clean version of my albums I can't sensor

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

ask about me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning