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spoken once invoking it's name 
It simply has to be served you think this is some sort of game? 
I'm only serious when speaking of the grandest of pies

stand
When the old becomes new
And one becomes two

I found myself looking
For some sort of second chance
Another shot at things
If you will

But all you

thinking
I'm some sort of he man
If shit goes down always got a bee plan
Never looking far cause
It's always up my sleeve man
Never wanted to do a job
That I

than were
Available the solution was the create
Extra ones by copying
The first four tracks to a
Second blank tape and
Simultaneously mixing some of them

You Did It

Necro

Pre-Fix for Death

2004

of rope around your neck
Just use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a band saw
Take a second from life to stop and laugh

her at 7 
and she still gettin' ate 
Ya now she do me 
and girl what the bitch say?
"daddy please could you come 
and put some tears in my face" (haha)

conversation by the bridge on the bench it was special
It's funny how we fell so deep in such a short time
We would go halves on a date it weren't all mine

Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K

I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's

Missing Links

Plan B

Who Needs Actions When You Got Words

2006

or prostitution,
Some sort of institution seems like the only solution,
Stop the manor lookin' like some kinda Mardi Gras,
This guy cause on the corner askin' if

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Just Another Band from L.A.

1972

some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder 

Now, one day,

'Cause i lost my revenge by my peace
It was five days ago
When i lost myself
It was five days ago
When i lost my balance
'Cause it's been a while since i

Yeah
Yeah man
In the streets
Surrounded by some thieves
We married to the game
My wife is fucking loitering
Got my goons, got'em
Silver spoons agh

to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento

of these parasites so we can have some sort of direction towards a better life
Yeah
So im writing this letter, to say you're not dead as long as you're

Woah I will
I will I will I will I will
If I said I will
Every second every minute passing by me I cannot chill
Straight up
Feel threatened my voice

Playin' Mariah
Never settled for 2nd
Was splittin' the seconds
Cuz I know what I'm worth
I double my chance
So I triple the 7's
I was just another shorty

wanna get my jet to leave
(Leave)
Go and play the front nine at Pebble Beach
(Beach)
Set some goals that I'll never reach (Nope)
Get you high, seven

ZAPATERIA LLOYD  (F)  Alex Reyes, David Seitz, JH Ortega
Produced by Ignacio Umérez
Cover Art by Richard Hardy

Intro -------   
F - - -  |	C7 - - -

A 9 BALL 3 BILLS SHOT BUP BAP 

YO ME DEVEN NEED A SECOND OR A THIRD FI GUH SPIN DEM BLOCK 
SUH WEH ME HEAR SOME WASTE MAN A CHAT DEM NAH TALK FACTS 
YO

that you made
And there's not one thing I would change in them
See Usain Bolt on a 10 second sprint
My bars are still outpacing him
My crush and dreams

The way they determine that is by how high some number is!
How did people find this out?
"Numbers in movies, of course!"
How did they manage to do that When

Of the damaged goods
I'm just a body buried in abandoned woods
No one understands that every answer could
Set me off at any second would?
You rather have me sound

7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION

Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays