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2 Unlimited Ready, ready, ready for this Feel the base, you just get closer Be impressed by the words I chose of Once again kickin' it live
[Lyrics by RMS Hreidmarr] We are the Sun We are the dead stars We are the black sky Invading your room We are the candle The only light We are
a white cup in my hand, we might toast I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up Uh ain't no drank in the cup, 'cause I done already drunk it
But is there room for all of us in the shady rap biz Put your 12's out yourself, push it, beg the pd to play it and chart it, then maybe some kids will
lock arff 120 on the modes In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car Do it for my brother or mama My white friend said that it's pucker Bro
It's a small town built on novel objections, And white local papers with only corrections, There's grease on the collars and ties, And a life
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced
Johnny's room mama Standing right there by his bed With my hands around his throat mama Wishing both of us were dead You think I'm psycho don't you
makin' fun of nerd clicks You motherfuckin' freaks and geeks are dumb With ya painted white face, and pierced nose and tongue I pass my classes with ease
Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate And assassinate my predecessor to have his place In
She was delivered by the grace of his hands Kindness, relentless, wired to be shared People stood awkwardly and gazed across the room She walked
There is a price to pay For everything you gain Deutschland Deutschland raise your hand I'm the poor 'casian, man tan more land White man steal your
Love of mine, someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to Gates of white Just our
Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page (click, click, click) Grimy bunch with the 40s by the rib cage In my 'jects we wanted to Be this like Big Dave (RIP) I been
why I write rap songs It's a white guy without dying my hair blonde And if he's a rap star, where is the car That he described every line Of the sixteen
caught years, turned one to six One man, I never need no accomplices Corner boy, meeting cats by the Londises I was just in the can eating sandwiches
dirty white pills Scattered on the floor of cheap hotels Mold in the bottom of my coffee cup Somehow I still gotta wake up Room full of eyes I've
martyrs out of children and innocent people We expect the bombs, not knowing where next Huddle in the corner of my room trying to protect my little
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