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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Double Take: Relient K (Relient K) · Relient K, Vol. 1 (Open Mic Karaoke) · Relient K (Relient K) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Pickin' on Relient K (Pickin' On) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


the sun still rise on the land of lies
Every day in fear, every day in shame
And I was told no man was judged
By color or by creed
So why do some have
the one-eyed man is king
So take this ring

We sail tonight for Singapore
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor
Took off to the land
We sail tonight for Singapore,
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor,
Took off to the land of nod
Drank with all
away

Like every hope I've ever had
Like every dream I've ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will,
will commit
You'll beg forgiveness and none I'll give
A web of fear shall be your coat
To clothe you in the night
A lucky escape for you young man
But
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
jeans sagin

[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we some ghetto stars
When we havin sex it's minashatwa

[Lil' Flip]
Down south I hope y'all know it's hot as hell
together to pray for greater yields
Two poles of a compass guided by a field
In the mind of every man, two ghosts dance
Was this place made, or was it
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
goin 

Home to tell a friend when the party ends 
"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again" 
'Cause mic by mic and stage by stage, 
Tape
The rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme gets
Deeper and Deeper - I hope you understand it
I made it up myself and I planned it
For other MC's who waste
stashed
Loud work, hope it don’t smell
Can’t afford to take another L
First class, no feeling
F**k school he about to fail
It’s all him, he ain’t finna
believe,
The fear of me is taught to those in need of hope,
The sick and broke,
The book of me, written by men,
Considered truth, and by the rules,
All
on the atlas
 Like look at the clients
 I got in my pocket I do this for profit
 Speak for my people who ain't never had s**t
 But hope and a dream
This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart
on earth
But the pain on my heart weighs heavy it hurt
Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth
No self convictions when I mention my
don't violate

Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I don't violate
But I'm back smokin', so you know my style's great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' like
scratches] "Listen to the situation my son"
So I say

[Chorus]

Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man - seen a lot of shit man
Shout out Forrest
Black people have to stick together
But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips
I gots to admit it
y'all brothers did it
I just hope it don't cease
considerate like that
Which is why I guess I love her
And by that I hope you don't think
That I am trying to smother
Her uniqueness or her freedom
To find some
the federales roll up
Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble
I hope the universe love you today
‘Cause
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
Stack to buy out the stores n that
I wonder if every body hope that this song is not depressing as the last one was
Heaven smelled like Nag Champas
Come here darling, ash my blunt
other niggas clientele 

Check the man made junk for residue 

Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 

1. Never talk on the phone in ya house