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Money Dance

The-Dream

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky

around me like chunks of hails
Lift up her veil
She got me struck
I like my woman dead as fuck
And girl you fit description
In that perfect black makeup

want affection I'm restless
Cause my life's rejection that shit is depressing 
I'm destined to fail 
Long as my mouth be my cchilles heal 
Under the veil

to me
I hope by now you see I'm not ready to say oyasumi
I don't need no one else
With you, don't need no one else
Round her, I can lift my veils
Finally,

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

America gone plastic 

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth 
He's hitching himself way down south 
To learn a little black and blues 
From old

got me fucked up

And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good

black crack
That runs up and down the far wall
The Man in the Long Coat turns to the dreamer
And is then swallowed whole by the crack in the wall
I

me in my dreams
Dark red hair and that black veil dress
"I'm under your spell"
"I just wanna taste your lips and the poison on your tongue"
"I'm love

Hot summer night
Fights up the street
Extended mix of Being Boring’s 
Going ‘round on repeat
Balcony friends
Dope out conceits
It’s 1996 and Black

Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

Read The Signs
Harry Rooster

The person I want has been in front of me for a long time.
She saw who I used to be, nothing.
I work hard on myself

the wall,
Turns her ankle and down she falls.

They all went sailing 'cross the lake
And all got swallowed by a big black snake.

And the ones who escaped

Tempest

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold

The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear

to tell me that I'll die by the sword
Long train down a rose-covered aisle
Long time fixing your beat-up smile
Long look inside the social services file

Gregor's bound up in a rug
Besmirched by cyanide and blood
And Willy's etched upon a plaque
Some errant lead lodged his back
Martha's burned up in

shot dead black or you hustle 
So hard that you dont wanna give back no family friends wanna kill a rat aint no
Telling telling telling when he coming

on how to perform grooves
Guess I'm increasing my scope by doin' these long zooms
No pawn moves 
Got Harry's style, no one direction
They mean mug cos I'm

and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself

From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection

up by her roots to grow
Her mother knew only pillaging, of empty bottles, promises and barrels
She never knew her father, now long dead, or wild,

We were young together once upon a long lost time
Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind
Guitars on MacDougal Street, sandals in

Politics of the Sneaker Pimps

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody
The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes
As long

And rally round the flag held high 
A crusade of redemption 
Under heathendom's idols 
Fueled by our long suppression's wrath 
Clad by Earth and the sky

heard, heard
But it's a getting late-how long you wanna wait
For you admit that the promise was just words, words, words?

In 1838 Andrew Jackson did

can get you stunned like that
How the fuck it took em this long to be a company champ (right)
Im only half stepping
I'm only half way to my crib in mad