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at the mainstream of bombers. Let off a sharp burst and then turn away. Roll over, spin round and come in behind them. Move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind
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. Running, scrambling, flying. Rolling, turning, diving, going in again. Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die. Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers. Let
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put them there. What you know about the space you get lost in. Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion. The desert is absorption. And you sucked and you stuck off american freezing for like
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favorite song . Dance, dance, dance to the distortion . Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat . Stumbling around like a wasted zombie . Yeah, we think we're free . Drink, this one is on me . We're all
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and where's that honey?. Where's my God and where's my money. Unreal values, crass distortion. Unwed mothers need abortion. Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now). Tried to make
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! ). Tryin' to make it real — compared to what?. . Where's that bee and where's that honey?. Where's my God and where's my money?. Unreal values, crass distortion. Unwed mothers need abortion. Kind of
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times in a row daily And they very well maybe the same reason they don't say me. When they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me. 'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream. And make it
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' conceited. But I made it to radio, eat a dick. I still never ABC the ***. Mainstream appeal and the skill is what made me iller. Detroit Vs. Everybody lyrics on ***. Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla. I
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times in a row daily And they very well maybe the same reason they don't say me. When they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me. 'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream. And make it
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hoes. Crossover whatever mainstream know. Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold. You heard it right here if the game was ever told. Lift up ya toes and look under a rug. Trust me there's history
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that I tell you and what the beat to do * the Visine, duck when I lean out the window. With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my team. * your mainstream dry off feet. I'm explosive as
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mainstream. . mc lyte. Nigga you must not know of me. I'm the mack here. Ought to have you ho for me (common get real now). Pimp yo punk ass. Have you write me poetry. I'm from a land called cash. You
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' conceited. But I made it to radio, eat a dick. I still never ABC the ***. Mainstream appeal and the skill is what made me iller. Detroit Vs. Everybody lyrics on ***. Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla. I
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mainstream. Toxic, hypnotic. *** a couple bills from his wallet. Leak his photos naked. Lil' bitch think his dick's gold-plated. Joyride in his new Mercedes. You still want me to have your babies?. When I
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you was underground, and I was mainstream. I live the life now, that we would daydream. My only wish is you come enjoy it with me. Get on them conference calls, go meet them lawyers with me. The
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way to get 'em motivated. I make elevating music. You make elevator music. "Oh, he's too mainstream. ". Well, that's what they do. When they get jealous, they confuse it. "It's not hip hop, it's pop
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anything. Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy, or angry. I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it. Blame me, I did it—did what?—Hailie. Baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty. Percent, of what I rapped
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leave me alone!". (Hard) I am (Hard), I'm still (Hard) the one to beat (Go hard). Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am the streets (Go hard). I am getting it in until the end. I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go
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fast for your stash. Long as the war last, foot up in your ass. Tryin' to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap Yo, we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends. Number one