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commerce and hoppers,
It's daughters and sons/it's quaters and tons,
They get in your hair/it's the fun of the fair,
Freight!/Folks!/Tares!/Fares!

to water
Hard drive deleted
My drive went even harder
Set goals achieve em
Feed my sons and my daughter
My life for theirs At peace with being the Martyr

than his daddy
You gone let tank be a cousin and his daddy

I'm out here lit narcissistic ass bitch
First class gettin licked by some twins from out in

Oh y'all got get it
And y'all be crazy to try
You can track us attack us but everybody standing with me
And I'm seeing them cowards they trynna take

Streets of New York

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Hip Hop Fundamentals

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

leads them to a tranquil sense of crashing
The forefathers of folly barricade the lofty seal
Frightened by the land they confiscated
The sons

them dead in they face
Cus they'll swear to god they for you, but see the real, by how they play

(Lies)

People change often by the way
(Uh hu)

People

an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave 
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
Fuck that, pause,

Okay anti-establishment track Streets on Fire 

Let's set the roof on 'FIRE' lets tear the walls all down burn it straight to the ground

then we related and it's because
Can't nothing ever separate us, to the day I'm in the grave
I call you cousin and they ain't gotta believe us
Yeah
We

times 
Im having money conversations in the parking lot 
With some real friends my brothers all right down to ride 
Different mother same struggle you

Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped

bulls you see that they kinda shy
All them (Autumn) some of (summer) my off springs
They'll by seasoned by winter time
They say my flow is otherworldly I

cold winter's night, when a fever took its toll
They buried me in the Burren, beneath a stack of sacred stones
And one by one, the druids

Two kids like Al Bundy, I count money
One daughter, one son, Peggy, look out honey
One hand in my pants, tryna relax after work
But I'm expected

Death in Silent Waves
Freed from my shame by Alcinous' Daughter

Compassion my absolution
Hear now:

Robe in tattered state, beggar in my façade
Loath

of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he

perplexed
Insult me in a line compliment me on the next damn
You want me to have a heart attack
Was checking your views on your weird tracks
You started doing

Wear Yo Hat (Buried and Bald)

NWH

Fear of a Black Hat

1994

enclosure from deadly exposure 
Of sucker imposers ready to close your Coffin 
And lower you down black 
Bald buried and beaten into a pre-dug track

I'm Blessed

Casey Veggies

Live & Grow

2015

Pull up in that cl, I'm blessed
Love all around me, I don't stress
I'm clark kent, got superman on my chest
They ain't show us no way so we

alone
Son come home
Came up out that water yeah that old man died
Was buried but he raised me that grave digger lied
Jesus really saved me my brain was

to Coolidge
Mmm, one by one, leaving their riddled ditch
No, maybe they'll meet each other
And have some kids
Six sons and a daughter
What will they say when

Angie Nwandu shine in a room full of shade
tombstones on my neck shine good up in the grave
life binary code you the 1 or a zero ain
'
t no time to be

Pick up a spade and put sand in the grave
Have you had to be dad to your siblings
Have you had to be a spouse to your mother
Have you ever had to sit