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past 
Absent friends shall live by love 
And the dead shall live again 
Absent friends shall live by 
Love, love, love, love

And I remember
Fighting at the fillmore east.
Oh!
Two unreleased recordings of...of the grateful dead,
Sitting in with mel torme
Yeah!
No! i...
Oh! man! oh, I, I just...
I
layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda said that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns
fighting moose you sound as soft as a goose
We all hang with tickets for Van Halen
Orifice, Autopsy, Def Leppard and Spaz
c'mon, drop the jazz Grateful Dead
desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to serving
But we feel we have nothing to lose
So we offer you, well, we offer our lives
our lives, right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]

Alright!
Hey, are we ready?

Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is
train flattened that furry thing.
We got on board, went on our way.
Grateful that we did not risk our lives 
to save a life of a wig that day.
Butch Cassidy
So don't sleep, moneygrip, or that ass'll be
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Now I'm dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire
Word,
by the grateful people I have saved

You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
Their aim at last in sight

The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its
desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to serving
But we feel we have nothing to lose
So we offer you, well, we offer our lives
of joints and a bottle of wine.
You'll be glad that you did.
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round, 
Kick your feet back and be astound,
By the life
cheap but the suits are not

Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead

You dig another hole in the one you´re standing in
Nothing is enough for Generation
have Grateful Dead"

It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And I
Good news! She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead!
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead!
Good news!
a chicken head 
'For I wild the FUCK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA 
This wild style must run in my genes 
Because my sister's in the county 
And my
our lives, right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
and Jesus
The disciples never uttered a word

He literally started embodying his permanent position in our lives
Because he stepped in between the law
Love you questioning
Hate is evident
People who never voted betray you for dead presidents
Some wear two faces: friend and enemy
And gain nothing
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead
on radishes
Who like the Grateful Dead, our fans are the new dead heads
We keepin' every word we sayin' like it's a pledge
And when you hear them gods
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead