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New
York
stories
and
vignettes
I'm
still
waiting
out
front,
they
ain't
let
me
in
yet
CSI:
Criminal
Intent
Where
if
you
make
the
wrong
left
or
right
someone
gon'
write
you
a
chin
check
Feeling
froggy?
Leap,
or
find
you
a
princess
Try
to
get
you
a
kiss,
light
you
a
incense
Heaven
sent,
but
move
secular
in
a
sense
Boy
Sand
on
the
set,
protecting
the
innocents
I'm
just
listing
the
rules
Supernatural,
international
without
enlisting
no
mules
Bros
and
sisters
tryna
convince
me
I
should
listen
to
mutes
I
be
missing
at
the
mixer,
I
be
missing
the
muse
Tell
you
the
truth,
Holding
rallies
in
the
allies
how
we
rally
the
troops
We
know
all
the
chutes
and
ladders,
ain't
a
badder
platoon
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
I'm
not
an
X's
and
O's
coach
I
just
go
for
the
throat
I
just
go
for
broke
That's
my
only
approach
Can't
hold
me,
I'm
like
the
holy
ghost
Holy
smokes
Rolling
stone,
where
papers
are
supposedly
for
rolling
stoags
I'ma
roll
these
scrolls
Metrocard
or
paying
these
tolls,
you
gon'
pay
these
trolls
Has
anybody
heard
of
Tony
Robbins
or
Joel
Olsteen?
That's
a
hell
nah,
cats
are
tryna
blow
off
steam
Notebooks
without
subjects,
just
random
work
In
knapsacks
that
are
subject
to
random
search
That's
how
the
coppers
work
Since
ain't
no
one
the
coppers
serve
I
be
the
Papa
Smurf
They'll
have
my
family
in
the
paddy
wagon
after
improper
search
And
have
the
dragon
breath
and
need
to
pop
a
Certs
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
It's
hot
enough
to
catch
a
tan
under
grey
skies
Cradle
to
the
grave,
it's
all
relayed
through
the
grapevine
Even
though
I
wonder
if
the
bomb
sniffing
canines
Gon
meet
me
at
the
pearly
gates
I'm
having
a
great
time
Catchers
in
the
rye
beware
the
batters
that
steal
signs
Best
to
grap
a
Whopper,
sit
and
watch
it
in
real
time
Cameras
all
on
the
wildlife
Zooming
in,
zooming
out
Move
em
in,
move
em
out
Rawhide
I
wake
up
in
rush
Can't
afford
to
take
a
second,
keep
forgetting
to
brush
These
girls
be
out
already
nekkid
enough
Remind
me
of
that
Reggae
record
"Tempted
to
Touch"
My
mans
be
never
up
for
breakfast
and
lunch
In
his
crib
be
all
you
see
is
Dr.
Pepper's
and
blunts
Kept
his
lady
though
she
covered
up
his
pecker
wit
bumps
(Damn)
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
SO
LEMME
GET
APPLAUSE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
OF
COURSE
THE
FOR
THE
4 CORNERS
4 CORNERS
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