up this mirage
Everybody in the department of National defense got rich
Now ain't that a bitch? They say we ain't got enough ends
In the budget, for »
The Saint
F' Real
by Murs
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Spoke too soon when they said they knew you oh so well by now. but in your defense, you always sensed the break just around the bend. but you can't »
The Landmine
The Hum of the Electric Air
by The One AM Radio
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If I lay down my love
To come to your defense
Would you worry for me with a pain in your chest
Could I rely on your fate to destroy
To pick me »
The Promise You Made
Stronger
by Kate Ryan
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If I lay down my love
To come to your defense
Would you worry for me with a pain in your chest
Could I rely on your fate to destroy
To pick me »
The Promise You Made
Essential
by Kate Ryan
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every day
You said, time moves fast but you're still staying in park
As every chance takes off, you don't depart
But it's just the defense
For all »
Every Day
Hometown
by Ten Second Epic
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under sludge lots of revised sentences
defense budgets padded by sandbags and sandwiches
Wasted
Drag this baggage
Hold this Damage
Cope the best »
Airplane Mode
Survival Story
by The Flobots
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business)
You're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps
department of agriculture scheming like a vulture
I burn your sideburns »
Get Off My Elevator
Global Enlightenment, Part 1
by Kool Keith
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dollars and cents,
Pounds, shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Hold on soldier »
Perfect Sense, Pts. 1 and 2
Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Vol. 1
by Roger Waters
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break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense
So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep
By the way all I seek all I »
Connections
Poverty's Paradise
by Kandi Kain
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of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal »
State Vs Kirk Jones
Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones
by Superb
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Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man
Clue, I'm the first line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means »
F You Too
More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape
by Paul Cain
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