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Underground

Necro

I Need Drugs

2000

smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof
and on his chest it'll say,

We're not dead, just heavily sedated.
Can you tell by the way we dress,
Got the stars stuck in our eyes.
A manikin in depth to the veteran.
So would

rest
Fuck a bag I want an ornate treasure chest 
Like a pirate king dead men don't rest
No one's competition when you know when you're the best 
I might

effect on the champion?s usual monstrous drive.

Champion: Is that Greag normen?s kid or something?

(Gallery begins to laugh.)

Donald: The Champion

The Onslaught

Busta Rhymes

War Zone

1999

head, wanted to dead a lot of shit 

A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with 

a little record deal but still drive the same whip 

Damn

Dead Wishes

Chris Cornell

Higher Truth

2015

the corner With my shirt tucked in 
Summer turns to autumn winter turns to spring 
And it all flies by like a speeding train 
 
Dead wishes on a broken

One more drive oh yeah just one more song
Till I turn around for home 
Till I end this endless roam

I never put my songs on shuffle 
Got em lined up

telling what you might have seen coming back 

Huh 
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn

Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget 
Huh 
Momma told me go

Nicki: Help me, my brother's dead!
911 operator: What's your name?
Nicki: Nicki 911 operator: What do you mean
By your brother's dead?
Nicki: He

5 Boroughs

Redman

The Corruptor [Original Soundtrack]

1999

next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
If you can hold your

Wanna Play Rough

Nas

Live on Lenox

2000

been shed, another Mother loses a son
'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead their ain't no

punch you dead in your Mouth
Now you running to the cops

Roll the the next clip

Man it fells good to be a Gangsta 
I can't teach the world to be

be booming too loud in my ear when I vibe
Look in my eyes and it ain't no surprise how its filled up with drive man I feel so alive
Then I remember I'm

ready to murder the pain
Then you got on a train, headed straight for me

Baby, this was meant to be, something that I seen
You being my dead queen, heart

success
A lot on my mind but this came from my chest
Sought wisdom and found it through scripture I read
I can't be the mocker the fool or dead
I'm seeking

Pull up in an all black ford I ain't even got the windows tinted
Whole heart beat in my chest it ain't not one pump of heat up in it
It's a cold

a patriot
They want me dead and im like Whom
Shortest come through bitch make me some Room
Checking that stimmy and buying a semi
Faking my feelings man Get

high I need somebody drive for me
I be up there I trap by the satellite
How you out this shit moving dead wrong
When them boys come get you they gon be

Verse 1

New York, mid-December
Grey skies, overhead
Junkies in the alleyway
Bodies strewn, here and there, left for dead
c young man's kids have

on it recording Gun downs
Hollows leave a hole in your chest
Ill rip your heart out
This is the police open up
Shit get down
Man fuck it
If they ever

Hey, ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground
Every opp shot
(Grah, grah, grah)
Ok he get hit by a flocka
Smoking on gz they get done

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

alive and
I'm feelin' half-dead
It felt kinda funny sleepin' in my old bed
My pager went off and it said to call my home
I put my drink down and I picked