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[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
David Hinds
CHORUS
In the belly of the beast in dis ya struggle
Dem chopping down OUR role models
In the belly of the beast in dis ya struggle
Dem
Written by Rick Nielsen & Tom Petersson
Originally performed by Cheap Trick

Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
do cheap tricks to get chicks 
I just stand by my word (word) full attention 
And still get attention 
And still it should be noted 
They all
taught me this old dirty fistfight trick
But it only worked about half the time
Black and blue I was born into
Unorganized crime

I'm the one who
Secrets to keep
Tightropes are seldom
Too weak

Say I've lost my shoes or
I have cold feet
Say stranger how did we meet
And who will hear us

When
[Esham]
Can I dig ya on the D-L?
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be	-Real
Time for some action
I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile
But fuck that pussy
of our will, victory is my result
I'll not be swayed by your cheap tricks or your abuse
My life's my own to live, I'll do things in my way
What's so great
Can I dig ya on the D-L
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be real
Time for some action
I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
name 
Is not David Copper-Filled 
Pockets, never net a man 
Who don't hate it 
So let it be stated 
Niggas couldn't fade it with an 
Edit,
those who trick and lie
In the eyes, of the most, high
The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ
Grafted, from original, black man's sperm
and crucify, those who trick and lie 
In the eyes, of the most, high 
The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ 
Grafted, from original, black man's sperm
fake things, street gangs, and cheap chains
Slept on the beasts who fiend for sweet dames
Take her stride with guys but yo they was lame
Hijacked
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
that love sucks?
It's nothing more that a cheap old trick
So why does everybody pay for it?
Can I help it if I think that love sucks?
No matter what
That was walking by his side and  moving her hips 
We look at him, freakin'him, what's that trick? 
Who do you pretend to be? Johnny in the Cry baby
come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lie
In the eyes, of the most, high
The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ
Grafted, from original,
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
got was hard times 

Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed 

Beaten and killed by the ones 

who say, "Look to the sky for your piece
from Bushwick
You said that, talk was cheap and her pussy was deep
It's not the size of the shit but the motion of the open
So there's nothin to be
else who might have been running.
 
But, oh yeah, I remember.  In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane
Then I pull