I am the heritage
From the years of corruption
I'm on the intelligence side
I have no identity or nationality
I'm the one who chances the tide »
Serenade in Lead
Last One on Earth [Deluxe Edition]
by Asphyx
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by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred »
Galaxy Song
Monty Python Sings
by Monty Python
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Revelation part one
1.We're a superior lifeform
2.We think we're an intelligent race
3.We know that we've got all the right solutions
4.We've »
Evolution
Whole Lot of Nothing
by Clawfinger
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just a lot of nothin',
So what can it mean?
If you been
Mod-O-fied,
It's an illusion, an yer in between . . .
central Scrutinizer:
This is »
A Token of My Extreme
Joe's Garage: Acts II & III
by Frank Zappa
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machinery.
What I am is what I am!
Crying to jah you know I am praying for payback.
All truth will soon come be in light.
Federal judge, you know they got »
Take 'Em Out
Downset
by Downset
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The red, red lips
Of some secret solution
The central intelligence Agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone »
Prime Time Deliverance
Underdogs
by Matthew Good
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Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars,
and any other inhabited orbs »
Dragonfly
The Hunter
by Blondie
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why less than 10 per cent of our
Nation reads books daily
Why most people think central Amerika
Means Kansas
Socialism means unamerican »
Television, The Drug of the Nation
Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury
by The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
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late in the fourth to outline
The teenaged bodies in chalk.
So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly am I intelligent enough »
Last Days
Violent Demise: Last Days
by Body Count
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Swag central
See what we have here is
An open invitation to the first day of the rest of your life..
'Rese!
Just pulled up to the club in »
Too Easy
Open Invitation
by Tyrese
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they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses
And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon)
see to the I, central intelligence »
Regardless
Dark Days, Bright Nights
by Bubba Sparxxx
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becomes a realistic sitcom
On the grounds of Brooklyn
central Booking through good Crooklyn
So, until then I make ends meet, war the beast
In »
Valley of Kings
The Old Testament
by Sunz of Man
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of the population
The central intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see
[Tonedeff - American Drug »
Peruvian Cocaine
The Hip Hop Show
by Loucipher
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is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
intelligence seems so easily »
Yes Sir, I Will
Christ the Bootleg
by Crass
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
