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the brother gone (Steve Sawh)
I'm slingin' these rhymes caught some rappers in my spider web
Homie's in the back of the bus getting higher than
201 Portage
Your

In the Wide Ruin

David Crosby

Oh Yes I Can

1989

By Craig Doerge, Judy Henske

There was a city
In this desert
Shining with fountains
And pools of clear
Sweet water.
So many clouds
Of white birds

might just stab in the back too,
Everyting nice, badman no stress,
Fear no evil, free my people,
Africa tatted by Ace on my chest, my ancestors tellin' me

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Bury them all
In a landfill

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor and Peter Furler
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

cold
Bitch we stone cold
Bitch I'm stone cold you can call me steve austin
cnd I got a couple rari's out in Boston
Right now i'm with my niggas
They

to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began

the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So

would've thought you'd be the one to say we weren't together
I thought we were forever
Damn
Stab me in my back one time two times aye
Stab me in my back one

polish and put our head
Down in the back of the class
And not notice out of
Fear that someone might laugh at one
Of our ideas – that our
Idea could become

all in hell!"

It was a supernatural disaster
But I'm rolling with the punches now
Gotta get on by, baby, somehow

I said, Steve!
You gotta send them

They smile in your motherfucking face
The whole time while they stab you in the back
The whole time while they stab you in the back
They smile in

Thy Staleness

Insane Clown Posse

The Wraith: Shangri-La [DTS]

2002

off like 
"You got me" 
Laid there playin' dead 
And when he checked my pockets 
I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket 
By now

We've all been robbed by someone
But Steve got robbed twice in one night

I haven't died yet, I'll be alright and
I'll be a little bit behind

Thy Staleness

Insane Clown Posse

The Wraith: Shangri-La

2002

in his eye socket
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin heads off, surfin on a wheelchair
And too many bullets finally put me away
But

my whole fam with me
Aunties sister brothers cousins
Couple uncles like steve martin 
Get in cheaper by dozen
  
High IQs 
Still be in the Funktion

that's a stab in the back niggas wanna see you loo oo oose
Ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo
Streets or the beats never thought I had to choo oo oose
I ain't never

Bad Meets Evil

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

ether in three lethal amounts 
While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (ah)
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough

settle down by that old marky, just you me and Steve.
Throw our belongings in the sea, we’ll start from scratch oh we’ll feel so free.
Every day will be

bwoy dem smell di rat
By me look a man beat off twenty shot
Me answer back, mi six pants a clap
Two people drop, who inna vehicle trap
Me run down

I'm da last one left
Stab wounds and war scares
Cause life is a mess
I had to fall back repair myself
And reset
I've been stab in the back
Joked

like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell

Kurt Cobain With no brain
When I'm doing cocaine
Fuck all the critics
They're a fucking gimmick
I'll stab them with a knife In the mail
With the rest

of my head
Stab me in the back and I love you for it

Anxiety haunting me on the daily I cry
I'm sitting alone while my life flies by
I thought I was okay

the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you

[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you