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Cashed Out on Culture (Blood or Whiskey) · UKF Bass Culture, Vol. 3 (Kove) · Im 1 Dance Culture, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Culture Club [4 CD Box Set] (Culture Club) · Snog vs the Faecal Juggernaut of Mass Culture [Bonus Track] (Snog) · Culture Vibes: The Best of Conscious Dancehall Reggae (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Old Corrals and Sagebrush & Other Cowboy Culture Classics (Ian Tyson) · Rock Culture (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cafe Culture: Slow Brew (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Junk Culture (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) – and 90 other albums »


lives would look disguised
Wash away this lying world

Terminate this iron fist
Strangled are we by the bastards of fascist culture
Strangled are we
Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still
that you wouldn't want to walk by
Type of like hoodlum with a cork eye
Crazy and can't help it the stress do it
or maybe, I'm just to lit, and that's it
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah you Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies
forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness

Branded by the steel iron, bullets flyin'
The final war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified.
One culture interred with righteousness, weaved from deception.
Down on bent knees we
sadness need as pain they knew

The land of old centuries past has a story to be told
From a time known as the iron age to the present secrets they do
don't believe these rap niggas
You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga
Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth
A real G, I
Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step
Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step
of innocent of lives
Lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'?
Gotta pay rent
Bring dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
Doo-rag
Wrappin' my waves up
Pockets full of hope
Do not step to me
I'm awkward
I box
of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
of innocent of lives
Lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'?
Gotta pay rent
Bring dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
down
It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test,
The specialist in these rhyme sciences aka the iron fist that strikes 

swift 

I execute the task of rhyme designing with perfect timing 

Electrifying like
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III is the name of an Iron Maiden vocalist and is also the name of the second track on Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s EP, Slow
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
down
It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test,
but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?

[Chorus]
You can't kill, me
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
the people
Hopeless doja's leave them see through
Generate a culture, and the rewards are peaceful
Gonna be a day, hope a nigga alive
Got no time to waste you
down
It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test,