the
World and always rocked it
We never doubted never pouted
And had the competition scouted
Always maximized our potential
growth rate always exponential »
Set the Tone
Declaration of a Headhunter
by Stuck Mojo
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a door to another level
In which harming even the freedom
Of another person turns into nonsense
The growth rate of humanity
Could be an indication »
The View
Daimonion
by Peter Spilles
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Standing in between extinction in the cold
And explosive radiating growth
So the warm blood flows
Through the large four-chambered heart »
Mammal
Apollo 18
by They Might Be Giants
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growth; is that what it takes?
Disintegration; a world full of snakes
This is Machiavellian Strategy,
An extensive form of tragedy
Evolution; »
Specimen Eruption
Storm Manifesto
by Zyklon
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then shall hide
Draped in disease
Subterranean growth maligned
Abomination the kind
Balterium lord of twisted mass
Eyeless but not blind »
Draped in Disease
Nightmares Made Flesh
by Bloodbath
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the advertisers
Large corporations as the media owners
So the media business follow whatever dem order
Commanding, demanding dem ratings fi go higher
So dem put »
Tell Lie Vision
Against the Grain
by Jerrico
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[Conscience a.k.a. Treefrog]
This is a time of growth for those that know
And it's a time of hope for those that don't
But if you're mind is open »
The Thing About It
Natural Progression
by Sweatshop Union
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of life sight
Drums pulsate, brains vibrate
Level is first rate, proceed to elevate
Samples enhanced, audience entranced
Now it's my turn but every man has »
Notes of a Native Son
Notes of a Native Son
by Laquan
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to towns, kill em in order
I'm equipped to blow shows and turn kids out wit corners
(With ease) I flow slow like growth on palm trees
And set trends more than »
The Last Line of Defense
Platform [Bonus Track]
by Dilated Peoples
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Vanac's animal kingdom biochem
Green nitro genismatter contain
My brains essential for growth by photosynthesis
Varyin derivatives Richter your ?????
Riding »
Size of an Ant
High Society
by Grand Vanacular
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classrooms
to the stench of death that's still in New York
The air is thick with it, but it reaches further
Like the world murder rate
Circulate, cultivate »
Block Party
Attack of the Attacking Things
by Jean Grae
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