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Back in the day when vinyl was king
You'd buy three 45s for next to nothing
And if you dared to wait till the end of the day
Well the man from

North Country Blues

Joan Baez

Golden Hour, Vol. 2

1977

silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it

Blew her top off cause we only like the bitch 
If she go lacey 

Wasn't made for 9-5 i had to run away Different colour chains to make a masterpiece like

in three, make a tea
Take an aspirin for my head
Then I go outside and all the flowers die
Knowing that I'm never gonna be mile high
And as I'm looking

Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop

like she got my soul and fled
All those nights when i bled
Now i just see the colour red
Paranoia haunts, so i gotta watch where i tread
Because

like she got my soul and fled
All those nights when i bled
Now i just see the colour red
Paranoia haunts, so i gotta watch where i tread
Because

Be careful, never to let them in the temple
Until the earths inherited by the meek
Through Pasaq peep, my takeover technique
Black devil red devil,

existence in this cosmic fight 

Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws 
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law 
Giant Ratmen with swords made out

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst

There was a lady in the north, I ne'er could find her marrow, She was courted by nine gentlemen and a ploughboy lad from Yarrow. These nine sat

on by deep, childhood traumas, sometimes the most outlandish explanations made the most sense. You try living in a state of mind where you’re never really

I'm like three flows in on this verse
So what that tell you? That tell me that 
These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')
And these

bitches, they look like they starvin'
Bone Thugs ain't do a show in twenty-three summers 
And tried to charge Swizz like they doin' stadium numbers (what?)

the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece
Ivory skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak
Three misty nights waiting by

the answer. What is the answer?
Because The name of the show is the answer is?
Who built the sphinx in the sand?  Us!
Who made the pyramids Stand? Us
 Who made

problems
I spent all my gwop on expenses
I made no profit cah the trap weren't popping
Still see me do the 1 step
I ain't diddy popping
I really had 2 in

Git Up, Git Out

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I

Git up, Git Out

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik/Stankonia

2005

do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I

his brains all showing

How my man say on sight but he ain’t in sight

Are you fucking joking 

(Fucking joke)

Wrapped up who

Das TT loud bro what are

digits of what the suits gave us
Snatched from the cradle Kane without Able
Surrounded by con men and wishy washy fables
My father made me in his image so

limousines. The sun
danced on the chromium. Slant eyes drowning
in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed,
voices snarled and luck turned sour, Children

some jive
There was pills of every colour on the shelf
Like skittles from hell

She rang the bell and a guy walked in
With a splintered peg leg

mo I keep on cumming
Body's dropping like I'm laying carpets
Sole of my shoe changed colour on me
Bloody tint like they're red bottoms
Cannot afford so