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should fear
Cuz these kids wear crowns
Over here
And everything is in sight
And if this shit is
What you hoped it was
Then give em the light
Its only your

With your love
Can I just

Days won't go by, when time slow like this
Holes turn to lines, lines get drawn quick
Closer than mice, blind to the byrinth

builders of the fence pilfer the expense
From the fight that blind mice lead

Draw conclusions until these awful delusions
Have you shut your eyes to see how

Of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
My smile is a chain link fence
I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
My smile is a chain link fence

No Cows on the Ice

Wire

The First Letter

Blind mice will play

Is it true? Your days are long
What was right has become wrong
In a room without a view
Your past slips by, no calls come through

faith you’re a disgrace; 

And, then, he tops it off by saying… 

…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!

V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)

Rump Shaker

Wreckx-N-Effect

Strip Jointz: Hot Songs for Sexy Dancers

1996

em across(??) from New York down by your Virginia
Ticklin you around Delware before I enter

Turn to seduction from face hips to feet
A wiggle

Your boy is back with the word of the wise And the three wise men, and we don't follow stars.
Bitch, we makin' them, so write it and put acrown
I'm

You’re not going to fall
You’re not going to fall
You’re not going to fall
They'll smile in your face and still want you to lose
I'm the jack of all

away from these things, man
Or you might just end up in a coffin and not breathing
But you'll be still crutching onto your crutch with
The numbers 8-5-3

love is my religion
And I love what I see
I'm not a Christian rapper
I just rap about faith
Without takin' the Bible and throwin'
It in your face

wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing

wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing

need a dime
Home grown like a weed stash
Out blown on your bitch ass
Out grown like a mustache
I'm on your mind like a face tat
I'm ready to go show

Untouchable

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

is nothing more for you and I
I'm ninety three, you're sixteen
And I think I'm going blind
Yes I think I'm going blind
And I know how it should be

lip in her joyous work
And friends this is the realest place I know
It makes me squirm like a worm I am so grateful
You could ride your bike there

you
She don’t make enough
Mom not gon' help you 'cause she had enough
She sick and tired of seein' you in cuffs
You in your cell stressed as fuck
You

fuck blind mice
Said I'm takin over
With a bunch of chips stacked on my shoulder
It's been a few years still ain't get no closure
Lifelong emotional

got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn

with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9

a bow and go home
And I haven’t even mentioned the secret weapon, Durone
And by extension, I treaded dimensions into your dojo
Not as fly as you thought,

Pyromaniax

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord

(VERSE 1: FORGE)

lot of cats mice '
i rather trap all lama gundan '
here is the problem
beef? damn I ate this meat
Sorry guys, Gama army
and all my