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Title 5

Everybody hearing the sound of my voice Raise your hands and believe in love If you believe I need you to believe in love right now Raise your hands

Feeling the past moving in Letting a new day begin Hold to the time that you know You don't have to move on to let go Add to the memory you keep Remember

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Dear Tiffany You've mad me nauseous for the last time Everything I've said to you I will form a spike In order to stop my words This time I'll put them

'm the modern day Martin luther, malcom x i'm officially the freshest don't dare forget i'm gone, momentarily don't bear me yet like ali got i got title

or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little strings I'm obscene I really could eat like 5

be doing they thang To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to claim This is hip hop (Then white takes C4, and C5, and C6) (C5, Queen E5, E5, 95, Bishop

the style I bring Been wild as a child ever since I came To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain... [Verse 5