Phillip Morris and R.J. Reynolds kill every single pack McDonald's sues London Greenpeace for presenting the public with the facts Disney expands its
say...) They don't knowwwww [Verse 1: Common] They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line between love
that bass line, you want lyrics? We give ya lyrics, check it out now, one time (Do it, do, do, do it) When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut
never get it Rhyme reported Chico the Chipper put it in order What the fuck they run? Nuttin but they bath water Last quarter, less than ten ticks Standin at the line
[Intro:] Brothers and sisters! We gonna have Church tonight! And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson.. [Chorus:] I wake up praising, God
low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church
dose of unknownium The Soviet Hugo Rodier Fourth generation roper report Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme Where every line
, dead em all Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
say...) They don't knowwwww [Verse 1: Common] They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line between
Tyre marks, tyre marks, finish line with the tyre marks When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave Ugh, walking on water and running on waves God MC I'
me in the deep end to find out that I can swim I take my time to configure each rhyme One line at a time to show you I'm that G'REAL Pound for pound,
mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws. [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] May death come to all those who cross us The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins Church
so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a
that fly shit I've been on all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off that's game bitch ain't shit nudies? and some J six where I'm from it's cold
science - help build on them In the days of swag rap, reveal skill on 'em! Park benches in neighborhoods I still chill on 'em Knuckleheads get out of line
build on them In the days of swag rap, reveal skill on 'em! Park benches in neighborhoods I still chill on 'em Knuckleheads get out of line, we pull
came gushin And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line
before I could read and talk And my mama told me son, you need to shine I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line I use to make good grades
