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Fuck Religion Fuck Politics Fuck the Lot of You/Don't Throw It All Away (Chaotic Dischord) · Far East and Far Out: Council Meeting in Japan (The Style Council) · Fuck the Living Fuck the Dead (Centre Georges Pompidou, 24 Mars 2001) (Nick Tosches) · Far In, Far Out Worlds of Shelley Hirsch (Shelley Hirsch) · Far Far North (Einherjer) · From the Far East to Down South with Love (Rag Pickers of Tokyo) · Planes, Trains and Eric: The Music, The Stories, The People – Mid and Far East Tour 201 (Eric Clapton) · Planes, Trains and Eric: The Music, The Stories, The People – Mid and Far East Tour 201 (Eric Clapton) · Far East Suite [Bonus Tracks] (Edward Kennedy Ellington) · Original Album Classics (Such Sweet Thunder/Duke Ellington's Far East Suite/And His Mot (Edward Kennedy Ellington) – and 90 other albums »


to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract

Yo in Iraq, all my niggas love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time
like a chin 

Hot rocking corduroy, Ballys that's so fitted 

Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted 

Fuck the movement
like a chin 

Hot rocking corduroy, Ballys that's so fitted 

Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted 

Fuck the movement
And by the way what the fuck does the radio have to do with it
Just another clever trick they got to hush the humming masses
While they buy buy buy this
his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost. Holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kiddy porn
of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day
in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning
angel'

She ascended slowly from far
where you get dumped off
All we want to do is party {WOO}
And by everybody at the bar barcardi {WOO}
Black barbie dressed in bogardi {OW}
I'm tryna
where you get dumped off
All we want to do is party {WOO}
And by everybody at the bar barcardi {WOO}
Black barbie dressed in bogardi {OW}
I'm tryna
apartments 
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman 
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom 
To your apparent vaginal
Well Lyrics
    by Susan Boyle
    December Lyrics
    by Olivia
    My Last Lyrics
    by Big Sean
    Make It Bump Lyrics
    by Far East
I feel like I'm being assassinated by boredom or something
I need some excitement, some adventure, some of that
You know that 'Je ne sais quoi', I
the weather nigga (dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)

And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing,
shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick
dejectedness, God how the fuck he's missed her 
His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar by 
He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky
chargin with my beloved core
Don't interrupt me, I'll corrupt abruptly
Heavy metal makeover
Mad Child forming hard again
Four by four pick up truck to kick
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh HOOD!

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up
the weather nigga (dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)

And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing,
apart
From each one of my limbs
By each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes
love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man,
paves my name
Spittin Mr. Macker izzer are you still in the game
See I gets paid by the movement of the cut
I've been summoned by the cancer,
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for