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Musick in Diabola

Rudimentary Peni

Cacophony

illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations -50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own

Gangsters

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

And iIf they don't pay up by mornin best believe that you're dead
Playin wit your life like God but I don't care
Ain't gon let nobody stop me from bein

bleed all day with no Kotex
Broke necks mind checks
Seranaded with these beats how deep?
About a hundred and fifty-two feet
Don't sleep
Cause the boogyman

So when you leave, you'll know just what you meant to me
Yeah, so by the time that Cupid ever thought about shootin' his arrows
I was already thinkin'

real, nigga
You must be really ahead of your time, nigga
You're 20 some years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the fuck out of here
Tory!

Industrial Revolution

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

unstable, set to explode
Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
So if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
Cause if you go

Who dat nigga who be out with niggas that don't out the niggas
When the spot get visits by the cops we silent thats just how they living
Purple not

chicken wing, hot dog and bologna (Great John on the beat by the way)
I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy (chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies)
I

their agenda insane
We need all that cheddar to reign
Or we cheesed, dead in the brain
Im tryna find my Lois Lane
Been off the lowest plane
You could call

breakin'
on Red, who run the spot, this old Jamaican
like forty-nine or fifty years old, he's making ends
and Shaquan be fuckin with, one of Red's Kins
named

50K cus the tongue, game litty Pardon that bitch that’s, fiffty stacks
Girl hand it over mean I grab and dash, got clientele on the waiting line
Gotta

On a mission of matter fission in visions 
You crack heads are half dead map questing how to get to ego death 

Emo threats are all you are to me

the struggle
Still I'm trying to be humble
Like we've been through the most
No job
On my 50 how to rob
Matter fact it was had to Rob
Bill collectors on they job

Two hundred dollar deposits
Ant cutting it
Let's be honest
My wallets counterfeit
I flip a half and put
Fifty in my pocket
Put them packs up in

Yessir haha
You already know
Bout to be an invasion
All the pain that I had to endure
All the pain that I had to endure crapped out on life he didn't

Circle of the kings, never knew defeat
Dead in the ground, where you're found to police
We leave em in the back with all the dust
Blood money trails, man

warnin', I'm packin'
FN inside of my hand when I back in
Get to actin', I promise we clappin'
Joke's Up, it gotta be stamped on the package
It's the real

a pole, that’s embarrassing you’re like 50 years old.  Country music I didn’t forget about you the whole genre is plagued by a lack of I.Q. You got your

don’t be a fool
I serve niggas by the schools 
I make all the fucking rules
I watch all the fucking news 
To make sure the jobs through!
CASHIUS!

I’m not 50 but I gotta sleep with that
Get me back? 
Boy you to broke to be beefing 
Go get yu a bag 
28 grams when I started to trap 
Now it’s

your place he’ll be runnin in,
I just found me a new trap got a few packs I could put in it,
Run the strip, when Ive done my shift, then I bun my spliff

I was gonna take some time off
Hide away in my secret place
Find out what I'm made of
Stop staring at an aging face
Heading out on the fifty

losing it
I'm one of the greats, I think it's fate
I know I'm proving it
Looking at your bitch
She by my side and she be moving it
Up in my domain we make

the mf I’m just here for the cash 
50 stars in a section that shxt look like the Flag
Stay focused, day by day you just gotta keep going, yea