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Sriracha

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with

Radioactive mind rhyme Uranium
Grey wolf in the woods I'm Canadian
Drag 'em by a horse the city where we taking 'em
Presidential charade parading 'em
Drawn

by candlelight, I walk full lit
Shit talking in the booth they call me a dick
If her booty looking plastic sign me up they call me ken
Bitch said she

the gifts in your house, you couldn't find before it's Christmas Eve
That shit was the worst
Know she's out there somewhere, just gotta find her first
I'm

Village Green

The Kinks

The Village Green Preservation Society

1968

In a dark and misty house, 
Where no Christian man has been, 
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew 
That no one's ever seen. 
Relatives have passed her

house, or wife, or brothers, or parents or children
For the sake of the Kingdom of God
Who will not receive many times more in this time and in the age

add hate, and call that free speech
Clutch pearls, in mock disbelief, when you triggered by the things they speak
But that ain't what it says, in

cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house

bold--look at century the first
Christians were slashed to pieces--torn by wild beasts
But now a virus got us refusing to meet?
It seems to me like the church

Selfish baby boomers, eat a fucking dick
Gammon brexit voters, eat a fucking dick
Pussy-ass liberals, eat a fucking dick
Karen in HR, eat a fucking

MD in your area

I know, I know what it's like
I know what it takes and how to get there
I know, I'm 14 I know what to do
Yeah yeah, move cos I need

to my crib tryna fuck me im Christian, I cannot allow
Lookin at her in her face, you know I had dreams of beatin' it down
And she like the way that sound,

us
Like shadows at daybreak
This is a belt around the throat
A gag in the mouth
Bound at the wrists
To the past where you made your house
I'm chained

American to run a French house
Called Balenciaga that he
Believed in that kid back then, believing in
Spending everything on
Alexander Wang and, I’m closing

nigga
Hustled and had a pristine glow up
Money on the counter lil nigga get grip
Rob a nigga with my fist
Bust a nigga in his lip
Take a lil nigga shit

light your way
Just don't give up, as we stand another day to fight
Many more dead in the protest
Red liquid filling up the street from the bloodshed

Fire blast in
Candles and caskets
All of this madness
Got me feeling like I'm playing with magic
Abracadabra
As I take a hit of the dab of shatter

Heal Yourself

HEAL

H.E.A.L.: Civilization Vs. Technology

1991

The girl's possess by the basehead demon

Chorus

(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then

Justinian's Byzantinian Christian beliefs
There's a risen rhythm you can feel it all in the streets
Like a marathon or a parade
Poets might wanna pull they

in bed and listen to the house of balloons
Now I’m ahead of my time healing to songs by Oshun
But this knot in my throat won’t let me figure me out
I'm

run it
It comes with a packed crowd
(At least at the house)
So I can say at last I'm on the map now
(I made it)
After I say something deep I'mma
Need

run it
It comes with a packed crowd
(At least at the house)
So I can say at last I'm on the map now
(I made it)
After I say something deep I'mma
Need

it
Slidin' in the Demon, but lowkey he a Christian (skrrt)
I know how it feel to give my mama a house
I know how it feel to pour a four right by

Make everybody shout
Mondegreen in the house
Pass my loud through the crowd
I'm providing the town
By the windin of down
You should learn the sound

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