as Elmer Fudd
Everything, black people got in this country
they got through shedding their blood, word!
But they ain't gonna print all that »
Questions and Answers
Sex and Violence
by Boogie Down Productions
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Till I'm shuffling away
With nothing more to say
When I'm printed on your wall
My face won't change at all
The smile beneath my hair
Hangs »
Cool Your Boots
Going Blank Again
by Ride
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Five years ago
You pressed your hand
Into a brand new sidewalk
It's well worn now
And though some tried
Yours is the only print there
You »
Brand New Sidewalk
This Side
by Nickel Creek
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Don't concern yourself with my minglin' with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
Silent foot assassin approach.
High when I stroll, »
Silence
Pilot Talk II
by Curren$y
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exclusively
Have I the right to print in spite
Of what your views would be
Concerning those matters of the utmost degree
The point being the question »
Houdini Said
Nothing Rhymed
by Gilbert O'Sullivan
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rolled.
There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me.
Every language of king is concerned.
So why did you bawl from the spell of some old »
So Come Back, I Am Waiting
Black Sheep Boy [Bonus Disc]
by Okkervil River
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Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung
Ask »
Where Y'all At?
Hip Hop Is Dead [Single]
by Nas
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concerned.
I'm becoming submersed
In some of the worst perverts and scum of the earth.
I've taken ink prints of a sequence of delinquents,
Adults »
Heatwave
Situation
by Buck 65
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creature
Then
Cast out in the one cold of all names,
this song is about disabowed sperm
And the mining of human concern
Many cells split, many men »
Superman on Ice
13 & God
by 13 & God
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yourself when your career don't last
Outta your class vast amidst four tips with blue prints
Of books with some raw ass hooks
Never ran with crooks, I use my »
Gunz Still Hot
Hostile Environment
by Rasco
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round the campground and hoofed down the path
I figure you'll return no concern
I'm hold put and try to make this cold wood burn
The wind is blowing »
Became
The Family Sign
by Atmosphere
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part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
* »
Yes Sir, I Will
Christ the Bootleg
by Crass
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
