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feast
Dancing on moss green-soil
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss green-soil

Summer's End
Soaked by perception
Summer's end
Truth

One time for the homies who remain loyal 
10 toes down live in die on the same soil 
To all the ladies hold it down for them real ones 
No idea why

and I grew some roses
Got straight out the mud of the soil (turn, turn)
Is there such a thing as bein' way too loyal?
It was eight racks a show
I was

Aho! to the spirits of the rocks and the stones 
Aho! to the soil that is our ancestors bones
Aho! to the spirits of the plants and the trees
Aho!

Of tooth and nail and blood and bone 
Of steel of soot of soil of air And of suffering doomblade was forged 
By orc cyclops with cross to bear

yo' can tell us
Oh my god got all these bands by myself
Count a hundred bills and I ain't need no help
Came up from the bottom really out the soil uh uh

I can't hear a sound
Soft soil of a grave unmarked
And underneath the willows arc
A thorn garden lays
Flourishing and stark
Unmatched by your gaze

Baida, Eyes filtered by pain, 
You see the difference in a man is in his soil, and it’s good enough to hate 
So placid in the flesh, 
Belying hatred that

And plenty protein just by eatin' your greens
I do it for the animals, I do it for my health
I do it for the earth, I do it for the wealth
I do it for my kids,

the conflicts of yesteryear
As long as we keep
Shooting to each other
Our crops will keep
Growing red!
Our soil was sprayed with blood of our people
Was raped by

a blender
I cut through the soul not leaving a splinter
Your heart is a bone, de-shell the marrow
I'm tilling the soil of soul
I till it by hand, but I may

you can reach down
Through the soil 
And grab me by the wrist
Well you can't 
Cause I'm already
Dead inside, I won't reprise
I won't be yours, you won't

inking papers
Insurers calculate their fees
Light comes from nuclear power

Sky is framed by airplanes
Gas travels under the soil
Drills punch holes into

live.
In the filth we come alive.
Incubation underground.
Earthbound by blood, blood rooted in the soil of our ancestors.

In filth we live.
In filth we

We in the yard, Bredren
You know, trinity soil
Jamaican soil
We in the yard

We comin' off that nana boat
You know
Na-na-na-na
Banana

Banana boat

of your eyes
As you stand on the street as the daughters swim by)
Seed in soil un-wet
(And I live in my home and I'm out on my own
And I feel like a man

Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil, a thunder in the East
One million men at war, the Soviet wrath unleashed

Onward

the petals off the flowers
Welcome home welcome home welcome home
The taste of the soil has grown sour
Welcome home welcome home welcome home
The half-life

A life of labor, hopes to hold fast
Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold
Time is slipping by, as your story's told
With hands in soil

light of gold

All I know of you is the sights of war
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar

One day I'll touch your soil
One day I'll finally

lies 
None shall be left alive 
Bury the sadist, bury their lies
Black blood soil, scorn in time

Follow the path led by the blind
Eye for an eye till

or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's

Unhallowed soil among feet and body
Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines
Inside a poisoned garden from God's hand
My pathway of the nothingness

dig for ancient coal treasures
to enter the soil vessels
dig for the purest essence of uranium - the king of elements

through deep mines and toxic