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Klover

Klover was an American, short-lived Boston punk band, consisting of Mike Stone (later a Queensrÿche guitarist) on vocals and guitar, Chris Doherty (ex-Gang Green) on lead guitar, Darren Hill (ex-Red Rockers, Paul Westerberg) on bass and Brian Betzger (ex-Jerry's Kids, Gang Green) on drums.They released only one album, Feel Lucky Punk?, and an EP, Beginning to End, on Mercury Records in 1995 and disbanded after the subsequent tour. "Beginning to End" was used in the soundtrack for the 1995 Sylvester Stallone film Assassins. more »

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He keep his hand on the gun, he love the drum
Whatever's done under the sun
Gone come to light, no need to fight
No need to run, burning my tongue
Breath of a dragon, eight digit tagging
Bang of the gavel they send him packing
I wanna travel, no referee
Black and white stripes on the tee
Shackles back on his hands and feet
I'm heating up that's third degree
You don't believe what you can't see
That's the difference 'tween you and me
I switch it up so subtly
Pop the top that's bubbly
I love living uncomfortably
That's proof of growth, rings on a tree
Make peace with your decisions
You can keep all your opinions
Can't no nigga hurt my feelings
Got no ceiling
Steady peeling back the layers
I don't pay no mind to these haters
I keep growing, I keep climbing
They not rich enough to pay her
I can't stay here
Everyday I wake up I get better
You wake up and stay the same
It ain't no room inside my lane
You better say a prayer
See you later
I'm taking off and you can't stop it
I'm the shit but I don't pop it
When I'm talking pay attention
Stevie Wonder Innervisions
You might learn a thing or two
Come see what this peace a do
I'm protected, you rejected and dejected
Oh my bad, let me dumb it down for the ones that's in the back
You can't keep up, I just let them sleep
Running from the reaper
I see everything that they don't peep
The truth still hidden from the people
My pen lethal
You fold under pressure cause you feeble
Thread the needle, there's no good or evil
What you know bout your pineal
Innerstand
I wanna sit on the beach and put my feet in the sand
Connected to nature, she be holding my hand
No this shit wasn't luck it was part of the plan
If you don't like it don't listen
But you gone show me my respect
I ain't mastered this shit yet
Ten thousand hours on the way
Keep it low-key I'm out the way
From myself I will not stray
When it get hard I start to pray
Made it through I found a way
He keep his hand on the gun, he love the drum
Whatever's done under the sun
Gone come to light, no need to fight
No need to run, burning my tongue
Breath of a dragon, eight digit tagging
Bang of the gavel they send him packing
I wanna travel, no referee
Black and white stripes on the tee
Shackles back on his hands and feet
I'm heating up that's third degree
You don't believe what you can't see
That's the difference 'tween you and me
I switch it up so subtly
Pop the top thats bubbly
I love living uncomfortably
That's proof of growth, rings on a tree
Living check to check, no time to recollect
So he use the drugs to help him feel less
Feigning for that smoke to hit his chest
Real life and his dreams never intersect
Like how the f*ck he 'posed to make it out
Reach in his pockets and it's a drought
But he got a little girl to feed, gotta take care his seed
So he started selling work just to make the ends meet
Lost a couple homies it's a hole where his heart be
Fell in love the first time that he heard her heartbeat
Survive til the next day that as far as he can see
Everyday on the block he done made some enemies
That's why he keep a glock, can't let a nigga catch me
I see all the sheep flock, but I'm where the shepherds be
Floral arrangement, rose bud I'm the centerpiece
Really centered can't touch me I done found peace
He keep his hand on the gun, he love the drum
Whatever's done under the sun
Gone come to light, no need to fight
No need to run, burning my tongue
Breath of a dragon, eight digit tagging
Bang of the gavel they send him packing
I wanna travel, no referee
Black and white stripes on the tee
Shackles back on his hands and feet
I'm heating up that's third degree
You don't believe what you can't see
That's the difference 'tween you and me
I switch it up so subtly
Pop the top that's bubbly
I love living uncomfortably
That's proof of growth, rings on a tree

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