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Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might

back to the days
Really don't matter if I go as long as I get paid
Only thing I think I like better than cheddar is getting laid
They say when you

what you make me do,
Now trust me, what I say is right.
Don't fight against me, boy,
Don't run or jump or crawl,
Don't make me hit you harder,
We both

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

hands pussy shoot me dead (shoot me dead)(yeah)
The gun is in your hands pussy shoot me dead (shoot me dead)

Ain't no shit that you can say to me to make

Why do you think I can't ease your pain?

Forever dead, Fire in my head
Having some faith that you'll beat him again
Every path I walk gets destroyed

friend,
the LORD will take you up and give you hundredfold of them. 
Forget what they say. 
Just do what Christ says. 
Let them bury the dead. 
Endure

but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because

on a dead end
Like damn where my nigga Rick
Damn where my nigga Brick
As time flies I think about you
Know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga

stop, I'll go mad

Raoul, I'm frightened
Don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me
Don't put me through this
Ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know

And the only spitting they do is phlegm
So what d'you mean, what d'you mean you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you’re hard but
You’re

dreams just like that Krueger nigga

Presha (Word!)
They wanna know how I do what I do
No presha
Straight to the top
Y'all niggas can't catch us
Landlord

roll's dead
(If you own a fucking guitar, you're a boomer!)
Listen, I don't make the rules

I had to be here
To say goodbye my friend
Hey, rock and roll is

Dead Silence

Billy Talent

Dead Silence

2012

Dead silence
I think we can't escape
'Til death
Do us part
In the end

They're marching up the main street
As my heart beats
Louder then machine

entertaining hoes
Thought I could do without ya
Though we ended all
And went our separate ways
I just wanna say
I don't wanna stay
You're calling dead
Don't wait

Lottie
I'm closing in on my 15th year
If you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure haven't seen 'em around here
Well my hair is

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

of people, marching up the avenue 
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by 
I'm living in the land of plenty and many 
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't

Body Rock

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

keep it pumpin' til the beat stop kickin'
Or til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do
Catastrophe, mos def, and the brother man que!!!!

What's

what would my family do?
Open the door and I pause and I think and I slowly step right through
The glow in the air is making it hard for me finding

I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God,

experience is older than
Your whole entire real life age is
Oops, outrages
Why did I just say this and make this statement
Cos now Caucasians may try to claim

the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)

And I don't wanna be

in my head, for you
Is about to run dry of, uh, can we say oxygen
Because I take up all the oxygen in the room
And if you put me in any position

don't give out a whole lot of hints?
The only truth that I can find is these dinner mints

Well, my friend decided to drop by just to say hello
He made