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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Noel Coward Album: Noel Coward Live from Las Vegas & New York (Noël Coward) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Suicide Silence (Suicide Silence) · Suicide Silence (Suicide Silence) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr (Gang Starr) – and 90 other albums »


dying, Life you're losing
Spiritual suicide, Life I denied
Light the night divides, Pride I denied

I have no future, for which I would live
I live in
Mother nature is a coward (mother nature is a whore)
No more presence, no more power (I pray for death, by the hour)
Cut another smile into me (into
Mother nature is a coward
(Mother nature is a whore)
No more presence, no more power
I pray for death by the hour

Cut another smile into me
close my eyes, I only wish for my end to come.
No angels sing for me, and the light of my life dims away.
Silent tomorrow, I want to live my life once
prison
The judge had no mercy for this Waycross Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence Lord I'd listen
That midnight freight to take me back to Mabel
feeds, on any prey it can
And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man

Hahaha!  Full swing for the jungle.
John Bido in the house, it's
at the knees so they won't be left behind.

Petrified, frozen to imaginary times.
Pay no mind, I hope they pass you by.
Live your life and don't apologize
rock on)
We keep going

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed
down below who live on air and love?
Wrapped in old headlines beneath this shop awning
I shiver in silence and wait for the morning.

No-one cries in
ready to fly or to smite
Gimme the sign of silence after the adoration

Verily you shall not die but live on console
Caressed by magnificent beasts
know man, matter of fact
Matter of fact y'all niggas, excuse my back man!
Straight up y'all niggas, pardon my back!
I ain't got no rap for no
back!
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggaz!

Five time motherfuckin' champ!
Five times! BITCH! Touch that! Then holla back!
Motherfucker!
back!
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggaz!

Five time motherfuckin' champ!
Five times! BITCH! Touch that! Then holla back!
Motherfucker!
sticks by cops who rookies
Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy
Niggas killing over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes
Bodies
Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy

Cold nights had no pity on this
A coward dies a thousand times
Death before dishonor
Cross the thin red line
So stay alive
(No other place to go)
Silence the facts
Disillusions are
on
We keep going

Nigga breathe can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed
I hustle outta speed between greed
Serving the Nation
I'd give my life for
With no regrets

Rule out the predators at every cost
I feel no pity for all the renegades who died
of thrill.
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill,
And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill.

Smash your bottle
hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
Talking

Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier 
Than nigga live a coward

(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let
phlegm, no, just grave them
I remember days, I used work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas
Buying whip, is laughing and joking, trying to flip
Clip is
hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I
your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up,