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Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

of Stock 
I hang myself while the stock markets crash 

The city is covered in inches of muck 
I see some other pictures of victims are up 
Grieving

Intro

Huh
Yea
Huh
Mane am gon gon
Off that liquor
KushKiddz 

Chorus 
Just me and my Slimes (yea)
We gon get this money up
2 or 3 times (yea)
They

3 Time Felons

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers

Verse 1, Ice Cube:

Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin
With three time felons,

Verse 1:
1-scarred, battered and beaten,
2-left behind to rot, enemies fleeing,
3-groaning in pain, trying to breathe,
4-laying in a pool of blood in

just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma

dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna 
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna 
One drive by slap weh all three nigga 

Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem

and they're heeding the call

He was named by the god of the Freehold
He was claimed by the blood of kings
As he took to the sky he was greatest of them all

Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas

My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I

Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say

Hook:
I'm Violent by Design

Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers

Verse 1:

I was walking down the streets alone
Searching for my soul
Trying to find a way back home
But I didn't know

Then I saw them standing by

the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun

Grand Finale

Nas

Belly [Clean]

1998

Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got

how he was laid out in the grass
With dirt in his mouth
Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leaking from his teeth he
Smiled like he gummed out

dead
Feel the breathe behind my neck
Grinding teeth, thirst for my blood
Something’s lurking in these woods

Through a maze of mind, walls so high, I

Don't test the man, who's stronger in solitude
If they asking for blood, them imma do what I gotta do
Don't test the man, who's stronger in solitude

[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll

Had a dream about my teeth melting out my gums, in panic
Felt around with my thumb, fuck my premolars are gone
Buckets of blood, I swear I think pain

Rivers of Blood

Kool G Rap

The Man with the Iron Fists [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2012

Somalians
Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangers a blue coupe
I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1,

3. CRY FOR THE RAIN
(Music: YUHKI | Lyrics: YUHKI)


Down the freeway into the night, the road glows as I speed
Raindrops streaking down the glass,

I’m In a trance 
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence 
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals

I don't always play it by the books
I'm just taking out your crutch
Do whatever makes you grind your teeth
And I know I ain't gone die to none
I'ma

In search of sanctuary, it hasn't come yet
I pray to god I'll never see another sunset
For when it gets dark I
Bare the mark three sixes
Surrounded by