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that we fashioned from our bones
We hung them by the neck with sacrificial stones
We lit the fires underneath their beating hearts
You should have been

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

In the sink I see my own
Seems it's time to spring clean
In the closet are my bones
Man, I'm lookin' so lean
Got a soul I got on loan
Although some

Lit a little fire to pray for all lost souls
Dug a little dirt to bury those old bones
Made a little mound and marked it as a home
Topped by a cross

And those in low social classes
That happens to be Hispanics
And black kids
Malice tactics by them bastards
On an average Sunday masses
Triple fractions mamas

And those in low social classes
That happens to be Hispanics
And black kids
Malice tactics by them bastards
On an average Sunday masses
Triple fractions mamas

First Things First

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

smoke, you can hold a bit
A coloured brother with a bone to pick
But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang mine
Before we said our

at the freak show
On broken bones
Those poor souls within me
Let me see this waking dream
Bathed in the spectacle of death's show
With burning eyes
Their poor

with the hoes
Now im busting through those walls like im aberamma gold
My last regards to those forgotten like the jack of hearts
Peaked fast and lost

Wond'ring Again

Jethro Tull

Living in the Past

1972

hungry millions you'll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwinding and no one grows old
And those with no homes to go to, please pick yourself

Drinkin' Over Mama

Hank Williams III

Rebel Within

And poor L-J, the sheriff, told us,
That mama got killed by her damn crack pipe.

Well I'm gonna have to find paw a good woman,
Cause he's startin'

isn't what it seems
And this is not the time to say agree to disagree
We've been lied to, and not just by the system
But those around you who try to be

the clear shades
He gave one his all, to give up his ways
The bitches have ripped, the flesh from his bones
And the bastards are fat, because heÂ's alone

He Be Back

Missy Elliott

Why Do Fools Fall in Love

1998

huh)
Gon' to pick up all his hores (ooh)
And I got one thing to say (uh huh)
Don't you try to play on me (ain't gon)
'cause I used to have you tamed

inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown

Don't annoy me with your bullshit
Nigga I got bitchez on my dick, they my tools, kid
I'm a rude bastard, I bang your fam
Yeah I need help, my meds make me

Blood from Stone

Benediction

Transcend the Rubicon

1993

Burning hotly in your throat
Perished antiseptic inner domains
Drowning love begins to float
The familiar screams aloud
Mainline my blackened bones
Exaction

yeah
I know you tatted in all of those places i seen it

Yellow bone she yellin Slatty
I heard shawty tatted in places cant see less her clothes off
Do

Soul survivor he rests his head
There's a bone he's gotta pick with the living dead
There's a vendetta that can only be settled by his baretta
Put

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

for those that lost sight
Of the promenade
Now heed the words of the poor righteous
That build with mathematics for those
Whose path is empty
But y'all

bee or something
I used to be broke
Yeah
Piss poor
Diamonds they dance
Look like a disco
I get it popping
Look like some crisco
Told her to stop it
You

listen to them, I hear poor rhymes and bad chords
I've pulled out all the stops, worn them down to the bone
But your rappers are phony, yeah, your rappers

Never play with your heart only love and protect
I'm talkin' real Aretha Franklin level respect
To tell the truth I kind of feel bad for your ex
Poor