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niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore

Waken in brumal silence
Radioactive solitude
Surrounded by eggshells
In a darkened room
Mile-high walls enclose you
Ether a distant shimmering
You'll

Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My

Journey to the Centre of the Earth

Rick Wakeman

The Yes Story

2003

on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with

I'm on a hundred and love, I'm on a hundred and love
I need help got the big bad
Niggas wonder why I got the big head Low sweet and the silent last

[Chorus--Master P x4]

I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry

[Master P]

Uggggh
Made money from cane,

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

Never in a Million Years

Cara Dillon

After the Morning

2006

you know

I wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder why
I always try, I wonder why, I wonder why

[Chorus]
Every time I look at you I feel the blues

As he trudges up the mountainside he raises his head towards the seas
The view of the world and all of it's hate seems so deprived
It's no wonder he

hundred years of torture
A hundred ways to kill
A forgotten wasteland
Full of wounds that never heal
I am the death of the old times 
I spread my words with

the vibrance
I just - cannot believe that I haven't flatlined
I'm down by a hundred points it's only halftime
Is there a comeback brewing
Better run that through

You the only one that I'm wantin' and it's ok
Baby you can keep it 100, let me know something
Baby I wonder, if you were mine
'Til the end of the world

The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat

Diary of a Madman

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep

1994

The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat

I sipped off knowledge from the skull of Nostradamus
And on that day I tapped the fountain of youth from the portrait of Dorian Gray
I drank from

Living to die so I'm getting high, don't know what it is and I don't wonder why
Long as I got you right here by my side, I know when the day end that

these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer

Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for

Pulling something slick that'll make
These niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer

Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told

I’m writing poems on my phone
Still wasting time by chasing yours
Wonder will David ever fold?
It hasn’t changed, it doesn’t show

Oh what a perfect

(Ayy yo, Roc)
(Hitmaka)
(Bankroll Got It)

When the days turn to nights
I keep thinking 'bout you moving on
Makes me wonder if you hear this

It's me and my book of rhymes 
One page at a time 
I flesh out everything on my mind 
Pen all my verses in blood 
Broke many bones so my hooks could

bills
Only bout the 100 dollar bills
No Dead Presidents to represent me
Only Benjamin Franklins is all that I’m chasing
Need em in my arrangement by any

throwing
Keep the light shining
Four hundred years still wonder if they'll put me on the black list
If I'm on that Tommie with the black fist
Kept it down

I think cigarettes are gross
But I smoke them all the time
And I hate that I can’t smoke them inside

I don’t debate
Thats just a waste of my time