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Disarmament

We got aircraft carriers and battlecruisers
We got frigates, corvettes too
We got amphibious little assault ships
Mighty destroyers are

Touch am cos power fit chop you up o
Even when you get a little it’s still not enough o
The whole power in Africa
Is crippled by the wickedness in

somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here

We’ve got to get out of this place
The people here are tired and mean
I watched them slash the prophet’s face
With a shard from one of our broken

""1\/ Not One Of My Better Days  Night time turn around. Lonely is the city tonight Night time all around. Lonely in the city tonight  Grey people

It's partytown, it's partytown 
And all you wear is funk tonite

I'm sittin' in a private jet, smokin' a cigarette
Spinning a whole bootleg of little

all the people are friendly, serving drinks all the time
but I'm glad I have to stop now, this simple little rhyme.
Haha Oh Yeah

Waking up!

Welcome

town

Looking back, maybe if I'd lived my life a little different 
I might've written better songs to sing
But if living that way made me who I am today

a little game, try to hit it off
Take the bull by the horns, catch a Minotaur
Make her shake off of that lame and get with a boss

Lawd, tell me shorty,

Kitchen full o' honeys so sweet 
Mardi gras feathers all in their hair 
Naked people gettin' obscene 
 
At house party 2340 Dauphine 
 
Three different

just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued

guest list, no line by-pass, no respect at all (oh oh, oh oh)|We don't wait, anticipate, the bouncer's at the door (oh oh, oh oh)|Ask us who we be,

Trees for breakfast, eat brunch by noon 
24 Davins, only showin the lip 
The rest of the women, same color as the whip 
Jump out and crack a nigga shit

Andria

La Dispute

Somewhere at the Bottom of The River Between Vega & Altair

smiled through the smoke
In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and,
How we wasted all

Ok I'm fittin to tell ya'll a little story
Listen
Real talk

It all started March 2002
About to take it wit some people imagine you
Tell me what I'm

hate sometimes but I suppress them thoughts
Now some people don't and their face contorts
And other folks won't, it's their main support
On the pavement

This is the story of the
Last of the fairy-folk
Threatened by mankind, they wait
Underground, armed
For the battle and the day of their revenge

at my family, we need no fucking Bentley 
'Cause all the people come to me by themselves
We don't need to go anywhere

I don't waste my time

and you watch hella people change
You never used to call me for money, so who's the same?
I never forced a fiend to smoke nothin', so who's to blame?

I put a towel
In a bag
With formaldehyde
I put that shit
Up to my mouth
And get really high
Don't give a fuck
About these people
Following me

That target on your back is a little bit more permanent than a tattoo
You have to learn quick, real quick

Nothing more dangerous than a black man

they hate your guts
And you sit down to cry
And you're wondering why
And you say to yourself "Am I, am I nuts?"
You lost your job people call you a slob

telling myself
I'll never know how this ends
The story goes on

I've always tried to live a
Little better than I'm feeling
By concealing brutal urges
Think

Cause as the night air seeps my
Mentals give me the creeps
Little kids laugh and play
As I seek the deepest
Darkest corners to contort and hide away