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and our brothers
As I stare down the barrel of this life as an American
I find myself in the sites of a loaded gun.

Outside that cactus town there lives

breaking rules no more
I destroy them

Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real

and there’s nothing to lose 

Same story getting  old but it’s up on the news 

Real reason that they hating 

Cause I’m loving to choose no more plantation

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

The Battle of Epping Forest

Genesis

Selling England by the Pound

1973

Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.

It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was

not the only one
And I know I shouldn't care
But when I feel these things are real
I wish I felt you there
And if I did, I'd ask you
How come life is so

Hustler's Withdrawal

Pitbull

M.I.A.M.I.

2004

young'ns and their kinfolk
And let em' know there's more to life than a G of coke
If you used to push weight then you relate
'cause you already had a taste

Are high!

Beyond the hills of tomorrow
Are skies more beautiful still!
Behold! Begin!
There are worlds to win!
May we come to trust
The dreams

6-car garage
Wrap around driveway
Spectre by the door
Understand to understand
Or use Google more
There's a lot more in store
Vision of boutiques
Accounts

of others and I was on the trip squad
I was one of them probably the only one they just kind of got
Me in there for free
Because I didn't have any money

What's a Pimp?

Too Short

Married to the Game

2003

on a roll?
Do you love your life? Are you achievin any goals?
Or are you sad, mad cause it ain't your way?
Call mom and dad they'll be glad that you ain't

to Shaker Heights
When I decided where I really wanted to live
More than any other place
Was Radio City
I thought it was a wonderful little city
Near New

the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)

a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his

Willie Beamen
This beat is taking a beating
Let me just take a quick beat and
Hol up hol up hol up
Ooh, Yuh
Beats are always used to change a character

and I tried to hear more
I heard many voices but they weren't the kind 
That I'd heard in my life or any other time 
at the back of my coat there blew

automobile,
White EFF member, retros for real, 
My mentality has grown from a Nelson Mandela to a Julius Malema.
They been sleeping so much on me, their bodies

There'll never be a bigger truth
Cause if I signed off
Ending my time on this planet
As depressed as I am
I don't want to plan it more so than mine
I know

Sounds of the- (shelling)

Who the fuck wants corn?
Right now I'm on form
Seashore when we war
Squeeze more, no rebores
Nee-naw nee-naw, police

it be seen through the thickest of sheets
And, oh, how sharp are his teeth?

He screams, help me
There's a demon inside
I can't tell if it's real
Or if

Art of Facts

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

hearing me clear
There ain't another rapper here that's gonna G this year (yeah)
Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
Stayin' Real like Erick Sermon,

thrilled to find out
The dead are more alive than the living
There's a lot of people out there that need money
When the dead are more alive than the living

I get it off my chest
In the stu I'm on a chef
In the crock pot till I'm steaming
Beaming more than Willie
Do these niggas really want the smoke
To be