I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin' Laverne and Shirley A lotta rappers
can't get weak cause my style can't cramp I'm rugged like Guess black denim Battles ya'll know I always ran 'em When it comes to rappers, they're seeds
You can't hold your own you fuck around and catch a HERNIA (Akineyle) So don't sleep, nor yet drowsing My name itself bring more Heartbeats than Robert Townsend I hurdle over rappers
mic like Jews and Germans Shoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin' While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island
On it's whole, words are the life support. Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless. Without me I'm just another fucking rapper with a
the first 50 dates but I hit the first night in a drop 58 had you under the steering wheel on the interstate you had intercourse with the new rapper
little boys wit me Michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and mr. furly, fuckin laverne and shirley! [kuniva] Alotta rappers
tried their best to press up But I guess, their best, wasn't goooooood enough! I'm not robert townsend but every time I speak I'll leave a rapper's chest
baby If you a balla, and a shot calla Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily [Verse - Chamillionaire] Koopa, I got comma's and zero's And alot of robert
rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (why? ) There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5) Verse 1: I'm that type of rapper that'll take a
away But their music gave it back to me The land where their __? Or consumed by consumption Killing themselves to shovel down food and abundance I guess a rapper
We need to buy our own land and try to stack dough Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to front you If Robert Gold want some funk tell him come through
to judge the angel's saints I'm ghetto like, 'Sun-do', Wu-Tang Clansman We banned from the tunnel We're scorin' touchdowns, why ya'll wack rappers fumble
grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the Lone Star State With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey
this game or flag on the map, Screw did that What Screw did that, man Screw did that Who slowed you records down, and made the style, Screw did that Longest rappers
bilden ein' Fanclub fur Pi Die CD ist ein Omelett, vier Eier drin, Prinz Pi Biztram, Super Seiajin Was konn' wir dafur, dass ihr nur die Rapper kennt,
[performed by Kanye West , Mos Def , Robert Glasper] [Kanye West:] It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from
: RAPPER HABEN GLUCK UND KRIEGEN NUR EIN STICH IN* DEN OBERSCHENKEL WENN NACH MIR GEHT ZERFEZE DIESE PENNER SO WIE ROBERT ENKE DEINE MUTTER HAB ICH NACHTS