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Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde 

Luxury cars of all makes and models 

New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle 

Glass in

Dead
Dead
Dead

I'll do this shit on my own
I'll do this shit on my own

I gotta go get it
I gotta do me
Fuck who ain't wit

Man you can catch me

or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal

with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls

on a black man praying in a garden
Because his grace put your hardened hearts on trial

It was Easter the other day
And Jesus, after being killed by the cops

Little by Little

UB40

Signing Off

1980

Poor man's anger rising.  
The ostrich hides his head.  
Soon the red blood will be boiling.  
And blue blood will be dead.  
While we say.

tough?
Let's try bullet proof!
And we don't drive by and pull off
Me and my dawgs we pull up and park
Walk down pan him like young man have this
That's

Tell no tails to a dead man's ear
Distorting my story someone hold my beer
Rock your dome to the atmosphere
The fate of those who do not adhere
What you

it? Pricks
I'm at your chest like Jamaican vicks
Rolling with Clayface, that's Batman, Superman shit
Yeah, get out my cape and shit
Don't make man

come, connect that digit
Now you get a next man mimic
Hands on a tech, rap with it
Say it with your chest, cap with it
Then you get a cheque, cash with

for me

Hello?
When I drive by y'all see the butterflies
Ima be sellin' brand new merchandise
Oo buy it up stick my name right inside
Ice 'round my

Dog tags swangin on my neck
Clanging off my chest in remembrance of my granddad
I'm the moon man
Take me to the moon man
I'm holdin back my tears

Not Dead Yet

Styx

Edge of the Century

1990

Go out get drunk get wild have fun
I don't got a million dollars don't drive a Cadillac
Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead

Your chest's filled with kids that
Ran away from parents
You get inside of kids' beds
With a little thong
What you mean by Billie Jean
Is little Billie

Imma kill all you pests jigga
Fuck fake friends man that shit's a dead end (End)
I just don't fuck with you, you a dead friend (Get outta here)
Fuck fake

dead man
(Dead man)
I see him from far, he with them man (Ay)
CY wan' drive he's lovin' the glide
But Bug wan' hop on the ped, fam (Ay, Bando)
Yo, and if

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

And we'll be long gone before the cops arrive
'cause all my shootings be drive-bys

Ah-yuh
I'm busting more shit than an incontinant man at a chili

When I first got attacked
And my heart got hacked
Man I thought they wouldn't crack it

Now this bottle on my chest
And a Bible where I let my head rest

Tryna
Pick a path got me stuck in a loop
I'm like a dead man walking
(Dead man walking)
My ambition is driven
By something different
Just not giving

catch
Bury me a bitch, you get your soul snatched
Fuck that lil bitch, all we gotta say is blat
Walk on a nigga, call him dead man
Lul 00 posted in

how I continue to drive
This block boy still looking alive
Take it in wondering how a n***a survived
A hundred something a week
At Giant man I really

down so give me what I need
Drive all night just to let it out the living dead is all around
You yell for help me, dead man

I will say my prayers today,

and den drive by next
Everyday another morrow fly like jet
Me affi ask God fi guide my step
Yeaaah, inna di wild, wild west
A man dead every time I check

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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