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Fictitious (Fictional) · Fictitious Sports (Nick Mason) · Fictitious [+] (Fictional) · The Magicians (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Magicians of the Swing Piano (Earl Hines) · Myths & Imaginary Magicians (Even in Blackouts) · Magicians at Work 2 (Franco D'Andrea) · Character (Dark Tranquillity) · Chobits: Character Song Collection (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Character [Bonus Tracks] (Dark Tranquillity) – and 90 other albums »


a woman
She might make you forget yours
There's a 5 letter word
To describe her character
But her brains being washed by an actor
And every real man that
got a woman
She might make you forget yours
There's a 5 letter word
To describe her character
But her brains being washed by an actor
And every
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air 

One two, watch out for the man in blue 
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore 
Five six, you're
get your underwater baptism 
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw 
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore 

Yeah, release
Conjurary top the norm
By this one it will form
Fit to do harm
None because you knew you brought your lucky charm
For the five fractions
My nuclear reaction
get your underwater baptism 
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw 
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore 

Yeah, release
get your underwater baptism 
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw 
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore 

Yeah, release
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man 
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
I was born to be a soldier!

[Chorus: x4]

[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
get your underwater baptism 
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw 
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore 

Yeah, release
Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran

N****s get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans

Pistol
(character: girl)
Four years of high school, I can't believe its here
My senior year, waitin for the crowd to cheer, at graduation
I haven't decided my
We live in a world 
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin 
We can't win 
Not the content of his character 
They scared of you 
22 million
get your underwater baptism 
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw 
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore 

Yeah, release
Verse 1: Crackerjacks
I got the adibles
de-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat
what to the manilla on your paper
it's the rattle with the crackerjack
ever heard in your life. 
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
the cabinet written in Arabic
Translate to characters one by one, like Arafat tarot cards suggest
I make terrorist threats through your stereo sets
Various
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull 
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule 
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes 
Rhymes by
full-fledged four-fours forcin flesh from frames
Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully
Fuck five felonies, furiously fightin for freedom fatally
room to breathe 
Surrounded by murderous felons  drinks and bags of weed 
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I 
I'm automatic trample in your static
and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by
understand yours,
Now can you understand my,
Misanthropy?

I did four hundred years in Hell,
Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five to life in the cell,
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
to tell a story, ohh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's