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free for all
No tolerance for difference
99 of 100, clone by clone
So here we go! Not even bother to resist, tamed and out of privacy
Beyond help, fade
a mirage, nigga, something you've never seen
Seen the closest niggas go fraud, lil nigga I can't breathe
A nigga done grieving I'ma go get it by any means
with weights
Living was easy but now it’s complicated
Trying to build a good life and dodge all the hatred
Let alone get shot by a cop on my home
All I
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
burn
Back in the day when the Church was moved to Rome
White men stole and took control of the throne
They shaped knowledge by consensus to relentlessly
pioneer has been considered offensive
Check the underlying message in my every sentence
I've been slept on, I'm on the fence whether I should be offended
I
pen
And call that friend
Girl or men
But who cares
When they all pretend
Thoughts they mend
So what they mean't
Bow down get fucked by life
So just bend
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked
began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in
Check, il y a vraiment personne autour, who ?
J'suis seul partout, j'ai fais le tour
Du coup qui va m'en vouloir si j'prends tout ?(yeaaah)
J'en ai
list, me plus thirty men
I buy the same Mr Whippy 99
But now I've got just as much problems and a flake ain't one
Friends turned snakes overnight
that? Do what?
99% of crimes committed between
1981 and current year?
A house with three dudes but not gay
FBI probably got a pedo file on me
Wake up, San
Young and Thuggin
On a mission I ain't
In a Good Position
My pockets in need of
Dead Men No One
Livin'
By any means I'm a
Get it I ain't trippin'
Cause I
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be
the ship comes apart at the seams
Got 'em, shit gets pulled to the bottom
By a group of men and women holdin' ropes
With large hooks on the ends
to Boot Hill
Walk up to the fence there and look at the view
That's where they were hanging eighteen eighty two
It's easy to see where the brave men
The top rich 1% versus the bottom poor 99
To all minorities
To all minorities
Disgusted with the status quo
Disadvantaged
By class disparities
To every
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on the railin'
Sittin' in front of the country store
Discussin' how the crops were failin'
Ei la meg by deg på no vestkantkunst
Gutta lighter opp og trekker det vi kaller for sunt
Både grønt og brunt
Alle andre er på grunt vann
Stygge feite
20 soon
And someday maybe 30 too
I was born in '99, but raised by blink-182
We're so punk and we're so cool
I'm so drunk when I'm with you
I'm
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
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