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#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

smoke and drink
I still never truly had a friend
Because I don't trust anybody i
Feel that people are untrustworthy
To have my company around because

dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own

a five-minute gender-studies symposium

But Nicki shakes her head: "All it says is
'My anaconda don't' " Why are we
Talking about asses? she seems to
Be saying

come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything

new ways to fall apart
But our friends are back
So let's raise it up
'Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight we are young
So let's set

(Most impressive, are you serious? What the fuck are you doing?)
"Keep talkin' 'bout me man, get the fuck out, I'll burn them bitches"
Huh yep, set

I ask of you no wealth for it
My reward is from none but Allah
I am not going to drive away those who have believed
Surely they are going to meet

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations

to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like

centuries.

As we look ahead in our uniquely American way, restless, bold, optimistic, and set our sights on a nation we know we can be and must be, I thank my

the ceiling
But not my rhymes or skills that are spilling
I'm at my threshold for damage
And now I'm red unfeeling it's time to go
Cause when my armor's steady

We Are Young

glee cast

We Are Young

2011

The angels never arrived
But I can hear the choir
So will someone come and carry me home

Tonight, we are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn

Friends

2Pac

Well Connected

1999

I want to be, yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit, nigga
Ay, yo, what you going with that big ass
My ghetto love song, set it off,

private, all of it
But we are not afforded
The luxury of privacy
Especially not at this time in our lives
I can feel my hand shaking as I grip
Onto the metal

clever
But I know what's true
Can't tell you why
But you're on my mind
The pieces are falling into view
You're caught in a fire
To feed your desire
Keep

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey

These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught

some feeling
And I tired of it! My heart is fire- touch it, feel me
No gimmicks, no shiny things, these are just my thoughts; the real me
This is just me

Instead of killing things in
Their video games but this Christmas Eve
As I sit scrolling through my Steam
Waiting for it all to start again
Darkness fills

ABBA Undeleted

ABBA

Thank You for the Music [Box]

1995

on a straw

Rubber ball man
A poster on the wall
Of a dear friend
I wish there was a way that I could show you
How your songs set me free

The hero

it begin (ah)
Ready for a Kush shotgun
But I'm watching niggas, don't wanna have to pop one
That's my weed, nigga (hold up, what?)
Hit 'em with

to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,