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Oh i sat down by the river, beside the one i love
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof
Oh in the midst thereof

We wept when we

Thug War

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured 

By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millennium 

80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins

assigned a destination.

They send me as a carnal son.

I have come through the pores of the Earth,
Through magma and caves
Silent plains full of beings

it morey
You can't see its face
It's wearing a lampshade

Tokin' blunts smokin' runts
Better run gotta gun
Got your son I'm gon' have some fun
With

they're hurting us
Permanently murking us
Lurking with the worst of us

But I'm a dog, son
All of us; we're all some
Fang gnashing, face smashing
Niggas -

Y’all niggas dying for a $100K
I’m out here buying 100 K’s
Yeah we all in a race to a million nigga
See I’m just getting mine in another way
Son is

Son of a gun of a sailor that’s in between
I got
Labels wanting to record with me
Im whippin wonton soup and I’m cheffin the street
Don’t ask what I do

the vest
I'm tryin' to get the iron workin'
I can't get the step by step
Rest, I'm the son of a tech
Double the reps, I'm gettin' it in
Curvin' the bend,

is in dust
In pieces that lust over shavings of rust found
When light described truth to the cave-dwelling mute
Invaded by the inevitable communication

try love
I wanna try
Living together
I know we can do better
So I wanna try love
Ask Lil Billy bout his history he talking bout caves
Ask Lil Jamal

Into forgotten  caves we perform ancient ritual
Calling our Mistress to come and rule over us
Hot virgin’s blood  flows on the stone altar
Lost sons

to the bone without a stitch
In seek of proof, from caged in, to walking out a cave, to stepping on a stage
I rhyme flows in favors various of the flavors

don't know which road to take home
I've been planted by my own corruption and destruction
Didn't listen to your instructions
Fled to the cave and it is so

of the lungs we made it
Not the little me, The I that's the greatest
Cages and caves, stages and slaves, pages of rage
Only re-written when we forgetting our

at me you are not my son
my mate would just hollar
i'd get hot undr the collar
spit and shout in my face you woudn't swollar
money that i borrar
pay it by

Ok, I opened up my microwave,
To show you guys I'm really rigged.
I crawled into a cave, and shaved my whole entire beard off,
but wait! I don't have

of no Plato's cave
Riding the wave till we can find another way to escape from the maze
Away from this game
Speak a different language but we're

in my cave 
Dig up the bones 
I used to carry 
Survival instincts for me and my sons 
Born on this mud 
Crawling our way 
In a race to last and obey

centuries we have lived in caves
We learnt to co operate and now we're paid
By the foes who enslave and create the wave
Of destruction and corruption stealing

freefalling through napalm Dynamite
Keep fucking coming I proudly recite
Millions of scars just add to my might
Fucking Satan couldn’t beat a fiddle player son

off
Then my work would last for 500yrs plus 
But fuck 
I don't have none of that son 
So my page will eventually 
crack brittle and break 
The only way

Fell in love with the grind man I'm done with the hype 
Hold up
Let me finish 
Momma always told her son just to go and get it
They say life is just

Vien la vien la j'dit la vérité
J'roule une batte pour dépressuriser
J'suis dans la cave j'ai plus de réseau
Ya pas de raison d'sortir du missile
Mise

Luther
You niggas my son I’m calling you junior
A nigga so hot but the ice keep me cooler
Pass me the rock I go the the rim
They crashing I’m like 24 in