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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

want control
Fear is present in a corrupt society of feelings
When feeling takes over we neglect him
But fake can be sought out
So pick up your pen

him, it's peak
Man have been out here for days, stop looking
That loud pack's not a ten like mine
Dem boy can't rep your ends like mine
Put a big

(Grave)
If I stand on top of my guap, I'm prolly 9 feet tall (For Real)
Mojo 99 in December
Y'all should prepare for the fall (For Real)
And if I'm going

all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working

for sure, you know?
Huh
Shout out my country boy down there doin' his thing
Mm, uh

Life is precious, but it's short
Pray y'all get yours, let's

Why you challenging a king in his own race
But now I got your name, boy you ain’t safe
Messing with the crew I’ll be beheading you boy
Now the training

AfricAryaN

Logic

Everybody

2017

you're not your car
And no matter how big your bank account is
Your grave is six feet under just like everyone else's
So enjoy the days you have
Worry

, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?

Bombs are giong off inside your chest
It

believe this thing, you go fall and crash
Stepped out of his home, his throne, and his glory in display
Stepped on this plane, thru pain, the price of life

the realest comin out the south
You mad and you hatin
Because bitch boy i done stole your clout
Had to learn my lessons
Count my blessings
Ran up a check
Now im

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen

Small Town Boy

serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

1973

serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em

A Moment of Clarity

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black

A Moment of Clarity

Jay-Z

The Black Album

2003

the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black

Famous Prophets (Minds)

Car Seat Headrest

Twin Fantasy

2011

lose your breath
Don't predict your death
'Cause I like you the best

Don't you fall apart
You might lose my heart
You know I love your art

For

ridin' wit a mask
Dough boy, dough boy, dough boy
Catch him lackin', then do the dash

It's hot now
Suns out guns out gotta bring 'em out (Bring 'em out

of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but

mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire

I don't wanna lose my neck?"
Grave said 'your evilness maintain your cool devil you are a wreck
Mmm
Grave said Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still

NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA

Fuck your feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
From the very

of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?

What

gave His life to take your fall
Besides, someone needs to be the poster boy