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Tekken
Gimme giraffe she be necking
Kitty I'm petting
They know my face in this bitch so they do not be checkin no muhfuckin' IDs
Getting my lean as an IV

Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain

Bathory

Blood on Ice

1996

Creator of life. Guardian of the dead.
Goddess of battle and war,
All of ye watch me. My sword by my side.
Proudly I sit on my horse.

And I

ready to rumble

Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too

figures, I got renewed vigor
My passion's worthy of a Pulitzer
Pencil led by the sword so I can't fail
Each time the Lord speak to me, He be sending me fan

What a feeling, beings believing
I can have it all now I'm dancing for my life
Take your passion and make it happen
Pictures come alive you could dance

you could love a Two-Face scarred by all the pain
I could be like Clark after losing Louis Lane
I could be The Dark Knight fighting for a change
I could

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,

my self inside my passion
Digging the pit
Of my new friends I take possession
Under the moon light
I will drag you secretly
In my own hell
You will rot

no cs card, blood of shem runs through my veins
Got the buzz I made his spirit shake,
Trembling when they see my face
Need a veil like im Moshe im

none of that bull shit
These niggas look foolish
Niggas will succeed but live a lie
Wear my heart on sleeve, I never hide
In the cut, I bleed but never

And hide my passion in a pit to watch my joy decay?

What if you just can't
Pay bills with these rants
And I lose my finance
'Cause I was a fool enough

You Got Money

Haystak

The Natural

2002

Money makes the world spin

Hahahaha
Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin
Not to mention the improvments in

The hands of a surgeon how I seem to keep composure
I know my practice, guinea pig, this is no act, it's passion
The disease and the remedy in punk rock

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

for my burial
Now when you visit this loner for his funeral
Bring mixtapes, old CDs of Shakur and Hov
He don't need your company, he need a record

yo bring the wack on

I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10

While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'

Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs

get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Fear has two meanings
Forget everything and run
Or
Face everything and rise
The choice is yours
I gotta shed light on the people that die inside

Where there is beauty there is pain
Two becoming the same
Turn my skin into marble and carve out the trouble
Make everything look the same

Turning

time continuum

Hide shit like the C.I.c
This strength in the strain, non minimum

Stone cold, couldn't feel my face
These drugs I take last millennia

know is who he knows
Guilty looking kin and kith
Look at who he’s hanging with

What’s he trying to hide
Seersuckered blackstone by his side
Innocent is

know is who he knows
Guilty looking kin and kith
Look at who he’s hanging with

What’s he trying to hide
Seersuckered blackstone by his side
Innocent is

your face
Burn CD by the case
Slap you on the head
It sounds like a snare
Then kick you with the bass
Kicking you so hard
Untied shoelace
Buried you sit