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Hurricane

Jazzyfatnastees

The Hurricane [2000 Original Soundtrack]

2000

Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting

Shout out Saint T
Shout out Damian Adams
Shout out Logan Renouf
Shout out Kael
Shout out H4
Shout out YungAJ47
Fuck the melon
Melon boy tryna come

the dark when the light shines
I be so blind by the bright side
I be so blind by the bright side
I be so blind by the bright side
I be i be so blind by the
I

Hurricane Feat. Dice Raw/Flo Brown/Jazzyfat

Common

Common Cents

2008

Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting

you can handle the pace boy
You see the thing is don't you talk to me in that tone
Think you're Spider-Man with no way Home
You see the thing is you're

redemption, surviving in a bind

Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle

Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your

A Child Is Born

Brand Nubian

Soul in the Hole

1997

A child is born with no state of mind 
Blind to the ways of mankind 
God is smiling on you and He's frowning too 
Because only God knows what

bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome

the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?

Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and 
I don't know what time is it

get a Resolution?
I don't understand

The tower light shines bright
My eye sight devides twice
Into two, like twine
I'm running blind
Binded my vice

I'm running through my home (Move)
Loaded the chamber I'm spraying that
Taunt tone
GG The Gang
Hahaaaa
Now Kyle be the fame
And it ain't the same
Uh

knows dtown where you’ll find man
 jump out let’s fry man not on beef don’t waste my time man
 And no you can’t call me kevin cah i wasn’t home by eleven

like your tone, get choked, nigga life slipping
Worst than before, time to bring this shit home, nigga
This summer grew cold, we gon hit them with

Look, look, look, bending blocks by my lone
I ain't dumb, yeah, I'm making it home
Trying to get rich, take a trip out the rome
Boy talking hot

up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts

I am not alone
I've made peace with my bones
No matter where it's been
This skin is still my home
Scars and darker tones
There and then they're gone

on home
Do I have to tell you, why can't it just be known
Maybe I'll call you late, leave a message at the tone and it says

You oughtta know by now,

The Penis Song

Momus

Folktronic

2001

years or so
And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home
(Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something)
Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my

Help me open up the blinds
Rush hour traffic, I'm in hot pursuit
Jumping out of planes without a parachute
Eyes on the prize, but I missed it by

of town
With no purpose, by yourself?

Sir, I’m tryna make it back home sir
My girl called me for help

Watch ya mouth
I didn’t say nothing
Just step out
I

He don't like me because I plug with auntie Betty
He got a thousand blues they all pressed he off the fetty
Two tone bust down but I'm about to get

popped in his melon then hopped on the train and I headed to school
I got too much in my head to be phased by anyone hatin who said I’m a fool
Niggas got

trashed
Trashed by my own
Trashed by people who feel that they're wronged
Mad at the fact that no amount of a song
Can bring any of their Son's home
Can