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Real Raw

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

shoulder than the chips made by Pringle
So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, below

to delete those core memories
Especially if a nigga or bitch
Ever tested me
How they pleading out for respect, but they never mention me
This dimension filled

rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

whisper someone's name
By the candlelight

Those are not lights for a Christmas tree
That's dark Long Kesh, son
You'll grow to see
That Christmas cheer does

for confirming your catalog
Ain't really worth much
This shit is so depressing
Your son gotta wake up on
Christmas to no presents
Arsonal had the nerve

me
See, selling thy soul for
A couple Grammy's, Jeeps, Rims, Timbs, Lambs, snake skin feet
A couple of those CCTV's to keep it discreet
A hard headed

and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I

violence

-

Below & Above
once you felt alive
present for a time
those below you whore themselves
those above you know

you're a friend of mine
bound by

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

How Have the Mighty Fallen?

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

me from her milk-white hands

Stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By words that were best left unspoken,
For now I am

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

In Atlantis where they sang
Those thrown overboard had overheard
The mystery of the undertow
And understood that down below
There would be no more

a burning fire of grace
Guiding the lost those out of place
In the silence our spirits climb
Touching heavens unknown by time

In this vast universe we're but

by He
If I didn't have Jesus
I don't know where I'd be
The Father the Son the Holy Ghost
Those three are who I trust the most
The Father the Son

As above, so below
As above, so below
As above, so below
Just know it's how it starts, right
Light shines the visions of a star child
I stand by

written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you

Century's End

Donald Fagen

Tomorrow's Girl

1994

creatures here below
We just suit up for a game
The name of which we used to know
By now it's second nature

Scratch the camera, we can grab the locals
Let's

for switching my life up, sick and tired of the lies and b!tchin
inside I'm tied up, fused like dynamite
I might try to find her tie us right up side by

some young bulls
On the boulevard
Playing c-lo
Like its goodie mob
Tryna get mine
And get out for i ace
I had the clout
In the drought
By the 8ths
Tryna

efforts won't suffice

How can we hope for lasting change from those
Driven by corruption and greed
Who care to save only their sinister game
From

and hypocrisy will consume all your lives
Show them the light by death from above
Cover this land of dishonesty
Shadows of war so solemnly sworn
Deep in their

(done)
Took on the battle and won (won)
For those who believe in the son (son)
Run to the cross and I trust (trust)
I run to the cross and I trust (trust)

for
Your petty-thinkin' mind
Son, I'm bigger than those
Claimin' that you pack heat
But you're scared to hold
And once the smoke clears
You'll be left