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disappear
The third estate
Is where we stay
The third estate
Is where we stay
The third estate
Is where we stay
The third estate
Is where we stay

a blade
The Third Estate will get a name
The sound is fury on your radio
We're not pretenders
But we're after the throne

She's gonna get a guillotine

em eat cake
No warning
No warning
So how does it feel now the shoe's on the other foot
Third estate taken Bastille, what are we to do?
Put on a dress

A country in turmoil
Abused by aristocracy
Enduring war
And burdened by the bourgeoisie
Rise of the Third Estate
Ascended to power
Voice of the lower

carry mace
Down this street of hate
A sunflower in gun powder I illustrate
No accolades
Just me and bae at our third estate
The great escape
We sneak away

and round, it go

Fake smile handshake
I have no time to waste
I need that third estate
Give me, give me give me, give me a taste

Rat race (rat race)
Rat race

him crazy eight
His enemies they feared their fate
They called him crazy eight
He was a man of the third estate

Don't let your captain down, he is

apparently murder rate

was higher for gentle people spitting on the third estate

He started working late, he had grand design

And when we cut a couple

We're passing our lives in this third world elite estate
Everybody's putting everybody's flesh on sale
We know glamorous and exactly how it's spelled

Every night that I'm alone, I fall in a different zone
I am in a place my body isn't needed anymore
I see phantoms at my window, third level of my

Get money 
Buy Bentley 
Like hushpuppi 

Na this kind life, federal government 
Nor want make we dey live 

Zeusss 

Get the money, build an estate

If I were the Devil if I were the Devil

If I were the Prince of Darkness
I'd want to engulf the
Whole world in darkness
And I’d have a third of it's

If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of its real estate, and four-fifths of its

Respect Power

Raekwon

Whiteboys

1999

spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug
Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother
What? Bout to buy estate floodin' with clubs
Wrapper around me,

Letter from the SLC tea-stained
we need work information that's up to date
Up to date?
I'm 27 mate
And living in the third bedroom of my parents estate for

dare you talk on the A's, you got no K's
Fourteen times when Lebz got shaved
That's the third time I taped your estate
Had two shanks but had no tekkers

banks

Hid my mind in the yard where I used to stay
Popped the pussy like puss gave it real estate
Open my third eye on the stove
I'm a doctor I know how

Real G’iz, G’iz, G’iz G’iz,


I'm so fresh to death, chef Boy-R-Gee, I'm the landlord, With a tax id, I own Real estate, a contract trust, third party

real-estate
Overpriced, no escape
Third-floor glass-filled walls
Above the urban sprawl
Meet me in the library
Pocket poetry
Drove the ninety-two
Still, I’m

Third of May hell.
Bitch, no estate sale. I've been historic. 
I'm Roman and Spanish.
Yeah, I've been banished, my soul, and just ran it.
Worse than

Real estate
Real estate, real estate, fast cars and purses, but you don't own a place
Real estate, real estate, house with some land live down by

heard of niggas put in work
I never heard about ya resume it never been a third party
How the fuck you certified
Why you gotta tell lies
Try to convince

Gunnz is elite
Talk about self in third person Cuz I don't think yall could Compete

No scope Dead aim so I'm finna Snipe on the beat
Play fair Get

the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with