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This shit's inside of me I ain't riding the beat It's the beat that is riding me I ain't an alcoholic I just drink a lot And maybe I'm a genius Or maybe I just think a lot My intellect in retrospect compared to some...
I remember hearing Mos Def rhyme the alphabet I just sat there in silence As a sign of respect I knew what I had to do And that's what happened next I rhymed the periodic table to stay one step ahead See in the periodic table hydrogen is number one 'Cause hydrogen is what puts the shine in the sun Through nuclear fusion and when it's done It leaves element number two Helium...During this year’s MAPN conference, several mental health professionals presented research done by themselves. However research can provide interesting and valuable knowledge to our profession.It was remarkable how much research was conducted on this island, but it was also remarkable how many dedicated professionals there are in the mental health field! It shows dedication, and it can help us think and reflect on what we are doing, what we need to change or improve and what is working or not.Psychiatric nursing is not your run of the mill job. As a psychiatric nurse who has been in the field for the last 18 years, I have seen the psychiatric mental health nursing profession in Malta emerging, flourishing and thriving. MAPN provided a structure to mental health nursing, a community that nurses could affiliate with, it provided an identity to the profession and served as a platform for training, networking and professional development. There is still a lot of negativity surrounding mental health which is leaving its toll on mental health nursing and yes, there are challenges and difficulties which are still holding us back.Redditor Augustt Rush submitted a photo on Saturday of Jessica Lee's end-of-the-year message. Twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater this what the Lord sent me Shit lately I've been practicin my gas face 'Cause that's what I'm a give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer ain't too many niggas seein us So they wanna take my gifts, 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth My regular scent is piff, currency and Cashmere You done drove your bitch away I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm countin paper like the cashier Livin like I'm limited breathin like it's my last air My boy in and out the box super stupid soldier Told me if he can do it again he'd do it over Poverty's King Cobra, squeeze ya life out 'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout Come on these rappers ain't iced out, they just foolin niggas Runnin 'round town fakers zirconian cubic niggas [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH!
Only money matters in the game fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from Ain't no way around it, home sweet home [Verse 2: Pusha T] You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into Smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they've thrown shots at the greats But I shoot back, the Lord ain't design me for hate I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech With the whole world watchin me turn the other cheek? So there's one left to die in the streets cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Tried to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses "True Hollywood Story," ghetto Todd Bridges (Diff'rent Strokes), that nigga broke, this nigga rich You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this White stones, black steel, cold chrome The city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH!
Only money matters in the game fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from Ain't no way around it, home sweet home [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Uh!
Nigga see me when you see me shit I'm always seen Off to Queens, magazines, pissy hallway scenes Payin crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck bein humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the livin Henny pavement for the body Crosses for the power ghetto bitches for the smiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happenin?
Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirtin with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out 'em Bloody heads turn Timberland's to red bottoms Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the spider playin rider music Ain't no question of my resume I gotta prove it Life’s a bitch and I get blow jobs recliner to it [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] UH!
"Underground intelligent hip hop development Progression is our intent, ladies and gentlemen" They say possession is nine tenths Well we possess mind vents To filter the rhymes sent From deep down inside Hence the precision and timing Essential to rhyming If you wish to pierce the cerebral lining You see image is nothing Imagination is everything Is there anything you wear that's more important than what you think? as I bump Aesop Cruise to Herbie Hancock and fuckin' rock out with Snot You wanna look for me?
I'll be in charity shops I ain't buyin’ my shirts I'm buyin' my damn pants and socks Bitch-what?