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War games! War games
This is y2k, mang, challenging the law games
War games! War games
ICBMs with a distance of more range
War games! War games

and Jesus' ultimate sacrifice 
Time we get it right no maybes no mights 
Cause there is death followed by everlasting life
He is praiseworthy and of this I am

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,

the rave and the vibe is just wild
I think I am starting to twitch huh
Novacaine, dopamine, lean and some sedatives
I do not think amma live yea
Popping

and minutes
Amused by the inflight entertainment
Starting at the ticket
Starting at the ticket
Starting at the ticket
Red-eye Plane flight
In face Tv lights

Fucking hunt you down
And shoot you dead
We will be so happy to be
Mounting your head
Right on my wall
Which is where you belong
Out you on your knees
With

* one of 3 hidden tracks on the playstation game cd

[all]
Wu world order (4x)

[la the darkman]
Yo
Niggaz is feeble, I call up a vine-man like ben'

Never Gonna Come Back

Barry White

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

a track)

[Grym Reaper]
Yo
I saw the woman I love colored in blood
War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud
As four ships hovered above, my heart

dead
The blood in my eyes is red, because of what you said
Or what you never said
I was left on read
Ibuprofen, overdosing in my bed
Still on read

my picture you painted as a waste
A part of the art of the war is the way

What enemies die is a couple mirages and collages I see and they gone in

live by the code she loving my tactics 
Loving my tactics, she loving my tactics 
I told her my biz now she wanna get active 
I told her to chill cause

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me

free
Louiey in my soles caught cold feet cold
Red rims had to slow creep
Creative put the engine in the backseat
Now they want baton like track meets

This face is all I have
I hide behind my mask
Now you see me and all I can be
But the war paint hides my heart
Blood red lips
And blackened tears
All

get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002

beggin for more
We laid this track down as our instrument for starting a war
Causin blackouts cuz we're bringin the fire with the storm
Walkin out

about to find out

Blood red
Blood red
How the dog get down, and what the dog is about mothafucka

Blood red
Blood red
If they don't know by now

Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black

Promised I'd write my way up out my mama house
Now

History repeating it self it seems like we have the same issues 
my brothers dun mastered his craft and now he's official
If there starting ima

mine is ours
My life is moving fast only 23, Steppin' w/ purpose is how it's gotta be
Lettin' loose on tracks it saves me, From mind wars mental feelin'

The Rooster

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)

K-o, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

Party!
(Okay party people in the house) 

Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear