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kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

Nunca

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by

cheat, gotta steal 
Gotta kill just to get by 
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies 
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride

that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles

know I go
Just let my guys go
We hit em with some nyquil
Fly so ill
So ill we about to kill
Toby
You look like a phony version of stony
You obviously

definition for a vision is to leave in peace
This is the cession of the version that i have in vision
Until i complete my mi i ain't never gonna stop
Why you

restless 
To find my love yes I fought 
I found it, who would have thought 
Of course I'm going in raw 
You and me to the end til' we drop 
But whats got me

a lantern
Jack o lantern frequency is combined
I catapulted the culture
This type of aesthetic, is hard to come by
This shit is so rеtarded
It's labeled

shit now how am I my supposed to rise
Me and my guy Kenny Mahai we  demo shopping
Ran out of money and got bagged for fare hopping... shit

You know

My girl is haunted by the name she used to own
When she escaped she blamed her past upon a clone
An evil version different replicated bones
A people

given by the plant 
And if you asked me to name a favourite damn I really couldn't, can't

Nope, I usually put in a book
I've been Jotting down my

TOP’s LONELY

Nocturnal/

Running Laps/

Their plot hurt you/

This a blood sport 
& all  Ops-to-kill (Obstacle)
Got hurdles/

Look 

You get a bag

spit on
You say I'm different this year
I'm glad you can tell
This version of Zach
You ain't get saved by the bell
Wait there something I want