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as diverse as rock heavyweights Motorhead and US rap act US3. 'No quedo nada', written and wonderfully sung by Bolivian artist Edgar Villarroel, is taken from

We're looked down on by society
Did nothing to earn our notoriety
So we band together, fight for equality
Search for an end to all animosity
Between us

We're looked down on by society
Did nothing to earn our notoriety
So we band together, fight for equality
Search for an end to all animosity
Between us

an army band was marching
I knew that I was hurting
I had to heal by catching feelings
So I saw a chance that you could be my healing
I kept it in for three

the farthest, paint the sky just like a artist
im the Champ, take the Lombardi
by myself, don't need a Army

Do the dash, the engine roarin', police find that

How can I hate me a man when I Love god 
I don't understand 
How niggas be claiming they getting These bands 
And walking around dead with hand Out

candies, with the gang, that's my crew
Timmy on the beat, I ain't like you

Swinging by Daiso, bout 6 o clock
Getting us some hi chew, taking the whole stock

Aye
Aye
Hmm
Hmm
(Ha)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Im in this bitch with Lil'6ixx,
Thinking of ways we tryna get rich
Play with us nigga we busting ya shit, Uh
Big

the hand
We’ll waltz to the Salvation Army band
What they throw at us won’t make us come undone
True love will always overcome

I will be singing songs

DYING VICTIMS PRODUCTIONS is proud to present Beggars Ransom, a new two-track 7 by DRIFTER from the USA.

ATTENTION PANHANDLERS!

Just when you

mind
All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet
By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats
Got bags full of money, still ain't

sparked by pride
Power through ravenous greed

Violence scarred us, Unnecessarily  slain
Inevitable sorrow, brought forth by the pain
Peasants die

like a pill
I'm ridin' like a CEO, I'm trying to get these bands up
Got the album takin off, I Guess we'll see where that shit lands us
I'm in it for

know, I know

Fly up in the sky
You get second hand high
Just by listening to this kid spit like I'm tasting shit
Y'all ain't even in the game so we can't

the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

an amateur poet neither of us knew
Either he had no one else to talk to or just couldn't pick up simple social cues
Step by step we backed away until we

an amateur poet neither of us knew
Either he had no one else to talk to or just couldn't pick up simple social cues
Step by step we backed away until we

menstruals and all 
Got my name from a female, was raised by a female
And that's cool but homie I don't move like no female

I move like a soldier in the army

going I don't know who to trust
Money can't solve no problems, it's just adding up
Ya I can't cross my niggas all we got is us
I know them niggas hating

come together like wall of death at rock concerts 
Right now put up a fist an army of sheep led by a lion Rise Against 
As good as it gets but I'm still

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

say U.S.A
I'm holding onto my daydream with my hands
Where I stand by a stranded watermill
I'm folding into a livestock tied with bands
Getting ready

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,