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of the light
Buried without a graves
No stones and no names
And every next life will ends the same

A worthless kids of unfortune
Lived their lives in pain

And I know that they say 2 legends can co exist 
But one thing I know is that my co don’t exist 
Cause I exit every co 
With all this dreams in my

make it happen any means necessary
Say less all action until I'm dead and buried
Invested in my vocals to try something different
She told my money

Never Again

Remedy

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too

Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All

Word is up to the king's dear daughter
And word is spreading all over the land
That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother
That he has

Grafted in by grace
You call us
Sons and daughters

Oh what a Love
Father You have lavished on us
Holding nothing back
Oh what a King
You have given all

alive in me
I'm taking back who I'm meant to be
I've been redeemed by the blood
I'm no longer who I once was

There's a million voices calling out
Filled

among my two sons and daughter
so I pray to God just for tomorrow
In lieu of the drama I move my momma
but the poverty's prolonging the pain
plugging my

That's why I stay up in the trap, to show a different way of liven
Jesus, Defeated the Grave, ta free us from the prison
Son of Man, can show ya how to be

the moon walk
Bitch I'm smooth on the track
Sittin back and relax in the chair like I'm spitting all the fire bar raps
My shorty hit it from the back perhaps

By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave

They call police, say she just

we only have love
We can melt all the guns
And then give the new world
To our daughters and sons

If we only have love
With our arms opened wide
Then

you become a target
So prepare to be bombarded by my rage until your bodies all in pain and you can feel the hate that's buried deep within my brain

Streets of New York

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Rap's Biggest Hits, Vol. 2

1995

powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole

on during the day
All in yo addy huh, stay there
Then you ain't bout none you said under them captions son
Y'all just tryna pull upon my leg to see me mad

at morning roll call
Never claimed by wife or son
Buried at the prison cemetery
Next to 26951
Now the prison burned and was torn away
A single corner stands

Shall Pay!!!

I Kill You All...
Die, By The Blood Of The Gods
By The Blood On My Sword...
You Sleep In Hell
Die, Die, Die!

fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all

surmised

But when it speaks the voice is easy like your daughter's singing sounds so sweetly
Somehow rolling off his ugly lips
"Son of summer, soothe your

as thirsty
In death as he was when alive.”

Now he's buried out in the back yard
His stone's got a cross on the top
But by moonlight it looks
Like a bottle o'

I'd sell my only daughter
To rid myself of all this birdie shit.

Birds that don't care they'll poop anywhere
They'll poop in your hair even on Linda

your privilege
We are the sons and the daughters
Of centuries of history that you buried
Under heavy mountains of greed
These aren't riots, the greater

B.O.B.

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by