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Cause the deals we made to shake things up
In the rights that they abuse
Might just fuck us over
But the doors won’t shut
Until they’re sure there’s nothing left to use
Someone’s taking over
Threw it away, but now I say
It’s time to hand it over

The joke’s worn thin, the king stepped in
Oh, we’ll see who is who
Look who’s bending over

But the stars weren’t wrong, the time felt right
We both know it was true
The smart ones exit early
And the rest hope for a shoulder

If we lose our touch, it won’t mean much
If everyone’s confused
Which door do we open?

It’s the time same old trick
They played the hand
Now there’s one thing to left to do

It’s time (Hand it over)
It’s yours and it’s mine (Hand it over)
One thing on my mind (Hand it over)
It’s rightfully mine (Hand it over)
Anytime (Hand it over)
What’s yours is mine (Hand it over)
Make it right (Hand it over)
And give me what’s mine (Hand it over)

Oh, this time (Hand it over)
It’s yours and mine (Hand it over)
Hey, it’s time to hand it over
Just give me what’s mine (Hand it over)
Mmm, take your time (Hand it over)
It’s yours and it’s mine (Hand it over)
Ooh, anytime (Hand it over)
Ooh, it’s rightfully mine (Hand it over)
Oh, anytime

Kevin Gates will walk free from prison next week Wednesday.

The Baton Rouge MC will be released on parole after serving 9 months of his 30-month sentence for a felony gun possession charge. The rapper pleaded guilty to the charge in Cook County, Illinois last year April and was sent to prison for two and a half years. The charge usually carries a maximum sentence of ten years behind bars. This is good news for Gates, who has been in the slammer even before this latest prison term.

Kevin Gates served six months in jail in Florida for an unrelated crime right before serving time in Illinois. He was sentenced to serve half a year behind bars for kicking a female fan at a concert in Florida. The entire thing was caught on camera and posted online. After serving that term, he was extradited to Illinois for an old gun charge.

Gates will be released on January 10th on parole and will be on mandatory supervision and will not be allowed to be in possession of any firearm. Seems this time he will be released from prison for real since there are no outstanding warrants out for his arrest unlike last year.

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[Intro: Motion Man (talking)]
Hey, yo, when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
And then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all, it was Kutmasta Kurt with a remix

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All I know, time was just slipping away
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
Watched it watch me and the words that I say
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that I didn’t look out below
When I watched the time go right out the window
Trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time
When I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Verse 2: Motion Man]
Ay, yo, one thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
All I know, hah, I so-socialize
Like the host of the party
I spoke, shake, and made eye contact
Partied and toast strong, all night
Northeast, Southwest coast
I’m staring out the window
No opportunity to men though
I tried to sew it up, you weaken your system into disorder
I brought you back into things
Like the imaginary man of your dreams
You’d always seem to make it worth it
I pig-skin, I never nerf it
You felt leather, never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
By any means, it means I’m leaving your team
Hell of a team man it seems but I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Bridge: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching)]
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Remix

[Verse 3: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know how
It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now
‘Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and hadn’t even tried to crawl
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me
Stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece
But it really doesn’t matter to me
‘Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Outro: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching until fade)]
In the end

[Intro]
Maxo, Bussdown
Maxo, Bussdown
Set it up
Break it down
Wrap it up
Wear it up
Bust it down
Open up
Vacuum seal

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 1]
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized (church)
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
[?] rap with your tummy
Trap out the vaco apartment
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
I split the pot like circumference

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 2]
[?]
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Karo marinated (remix)
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Chickens in the den
Pigeons in the kitchen
Quarter birds in hand
Clip holds three times ten
Hurricane chopper [?]
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Break it down
Pick it up
Set it up
Bring it back

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix