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Nation Album of Ace Of Base
The Unholy bands from the holyland [Album] - Compiliation.
Cause Of Death by Obituary
Deicide Album by Deicide
AMON's
the timeless bend... and rivers, too, will course their way to find the hungry Mother Sea at last .. and love will grow, it will come to pass...

The sun will
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that
l’ansia mi prenda
Sotterro l’ascia di guerra sulla tua faccia di merda!
La storia è questa: chi sei e cosa vuoi?
Straight to the point, pass pass me
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
a back
Each can play guitar, cause those bands a saluting
Everyday someone forments these drive-by shootings
Will there ever be peace on the Earth
With
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and though I tried,
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way

Was
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
get none)
Let me take you back a little further than that
The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack
But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody
ass
Counted the cash, but one nigga tried to stash
[????] quills, niggas was up in his ass
As he kicked it, by the little story that he told
I was
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
I gotta get that guap by all means, you know what I'm sayin son

[Talib Kweli]
Growing up in
Take two and pass, 
Give it a little gas and ask 
"What's the riddle mean?" 
Fantastic 
G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters

So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred