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GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

[GZA]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise

so I could rap now
The next generation still singin', "Fight the Power"

Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight

Born in the Eighties

Milow

The Bigger Picture

2006

later and again I was stuck
I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl
I was waiting for something that I could control
After two thousand no longer a kid

PAPER


Nobody does me better 
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley

Nobody can do me better 
Than All My Paper

Nobody can do me better 
Than All

For six thousand years
The rain fell down from the filthy sky
For six thousand years
Men toiled, grew old, fell consumed and died
Tá súil agam go

mediocrity we'll find no answers.
Know them only by unsuspected faults
Man mistreat animals cowardly,
Man mistreat defenseless nature,
Man murder thousands by

fearing for their death

In a country so corrupt
My People finally standing up
For the future generations, just to have some better luck

Executions by

them, hey, we will teach them
All about the guy who first is down but then he lies
what he is to you, he's a part time sucker

Among thousands

pray and make my restitution
I be thou most blessed of my generation
I got a hundred thousand dollar bill and it aint easy
Heard my music haters robbed

To Live; Thousand Ones To Die
Life Is Like The Winter; Death Is Like The Fall..
Breeding Of Next Terminator Believers Generation..;
By The Thorn Within

Scam

Jamiroquai

The Return of the Space Cowboy

1994

the television
Not confused between a puppet or conviction
Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom
It ain't what it seems when it's a single

the smoke and the fire
They were cut down
I saw, as the brave men

Died, by their thousands, forgotten
Their names carved upon a white cross
The rows stretch

that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy

One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand

niggas can't hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy

One hunnid ones (Yeah)
One thousand

I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash

Aquel Que Había Muerto [Radio Edit]

Vico C

Aquel Que Habia Muerto

1998

Repartiendo las buenas nuevas de Salvation

A lo unico que le queda de la generation!



Yo tengo un enemigo que me quiere aplastar CHACUCHA CUCHU CUCHA

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

YES TO THE WORLD

FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
MY VOICE HAS GONE
I CAN’T UNDERSTAND THIS BRUTALITY
DAY BY DAY
THE DREAMS ARE DESTROYED
AMBITION IS GREATER

killing my high
My generation's too young to liberate
But understand enough to shiver by the state of your shit
So try to share the guilt or try to point

everlasting to eternity you are God

For a thousand years in your sight
Is like a day that's just gone by
Or a watch in the night, you are so powerful
Teach us

They burned all the books and gave religion to the Pagans
And lied to us daily for 1000 generations
Look me in my eyes and tell me something that I never

to products their souls stay playing
In meadows with their separated generations
No cages
And outrage is outplayed by outdated outlines
Of plate guidance pushed

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got