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Plain White Wrapper (Harry Veygel) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Last Breath (Attack Attack!) · One Last Breath (Creed) · Until My Last Breath (Tarja) · Take One Last Breath (Abandon All Ships) · Spit My Last Breath [Bonus Tracks] (Blood for Blood) · Spit My Last Breath (Blood for Blood) · Hidden in Plain Sight: Vox Maximus, Vol. 1 (Naturally 7) · Hidden in Plain View [EP] (Hidden in Plain View) – and 90 other albums »


to ya real nigga, take it how ya want

Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
And that was some time last September,
It don't give the exact date

[Chorus]

Where the white man does as he pleases
Then the talk turned back
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
and white

Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me

I came to him with
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
[Chorus]
Here we stand waiting on the plain
Darkness has taken the last outpost of the day
Somewhere gunships hunt their illusive prey
And I know
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, 'cause we all way
ponds of blood
At last, weak and torn, I went down
Drained from strength, flickering breath 

Came with the moon
The wayward in conscious state
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
roams
Breath by a cold
Reaching the ECSTASY.

Grace open the secrects through visions
Pouring lastly her wasted time
FILTH covered under a PURE white silk
breath that you have left
Touched by the hand of the man
Brave riding the wave
Those we can save

Live, let live
Not die

You think our tears are the only
kill and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you
From you

So Mr. Jones in a cruel twist of fate
Found the perpetrators in
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
Erase the name and likeness
Prepare my grave inhale the last breath
Consumed whole in a stomach of silence
I swear to you I'm not like this
We betray
and white.
You are the rich brown earth, and I'm the flowers that grow.

We'll have children (Lua), of the Kingdom (Joshua).
They won't be torn by war, nor
the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wonderin' which ones your last breath
Knowin' there's so much you
the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wonderin' which ones your last breath
Knowin' there's so much you
wearing off-white but that's alright
This time the hand in hole is gonna last for life
Took a long way 'round to wind up here
After all of the confusion,
of freedom propped up by a culture of fear
Where's it's unpatriotic to protest or even to question
Have we learned nothing from history or the last couple
Lost in the white
Nothing in sight
Stumbling through the snow and ice
Blinded by forces you can't control
Just to stay alive your only goal
As I Drown In The Poisoned River
Breathing A Last Breath In Escape
Visualize A Lost Approach To The Beginning Of A New Man
This Kiss Of The Accursed
ass and take the motherfucker
Everybody know New York is where it began
So let the ego shit end

Black radio is being disowned
Not by the other
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
are gone, erased by your command

Until your last dying breath

Overrun, you're under the gun
Day or night, the shells kept falling
Sound