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to these loud mothafuckas on the internet
Who you think is runnin' shit? Mark Zuckerberg (Mark Zuckerberg!)
Pan the camera to the bottom of the upper third

C-Murder third world thuggin' no
Tax on 'em you feel me icy goon hoe in
Here nigga thugged out, in
The castle smoking sherm my nigga
Yung Sherm what it do

a third world war 
(We're really done for)
I'm a killer mob
In the shopping mall
I'm the human form

(God's plan) what was he taking?
(Cocaine) but I

That I never gotta struggle
Third world hustle
2024 fake Mc's trouble
Feel the rage against machines
Endlessly caress the scene with entities I conjure

down, sit back and watch the grass grow
My head's high, third eye is taking vision
A free mind, jail broke from its own prison

Only to find, only open

out his bowl on the sea
It turned into blood, and all the creatures in it died
The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs, and they

raise the sweetest fruits
When bombs are falling, the third world burns
You will get the highest income return

If you want profit, blood is as good

that ain't nobody perfect though
Yo, I've lost more books than you've probably written
And I'm not even kidding
I was writing at the beginning of third

these fakes lights and these screens, ya vision whacked
They say hella fluoride deposited pon third eye
My insight was blocked, I didn't know that it was

Light the Fire by Dahi Divine & Carlos Castelblanch
Who are you to doubt
I’m out here working on a classic nigga
Roll up in the stu another smash hit

Well I dunno about that but I’m still popping that third bottle. And there’s these art school kids sat shooting selfies by the speakers, they call it

see those tables turnin'
You got everyone thinkin' we fell out for Ps, I'm hurtin'
If she's actually certi', I would give her the world and make sure

sins and grief
That's for real
Resurrected on the third day again
To justify you and me
By washing us in his blood
Now all you got to do is to believe
In

grab it slam it 
Do it 
Put yo back in to it 
Think she from the third 
She scratching me 
She let me screw it 
Her body 
Tattoos on her body 
She don’t

high, I think I'm fly
Fuck, I see the divide
Damn, it's what she wanted me to realize
With these two real eyes
Third eye blinded
Damn, I think I'm slow

Third World Girl

Ten Foot Pole

Swill

1993

bright
Now that the day of eternity is here

You're my third world girl
Taking me for a ride
On a carpet made of flowers
High up in the sky
You have lived

see the ice
Count it right
Yeah you see me nigga
Know I got it right
Hold my face
Know it's pretty boy
I should sign by Nike

Hold your face
Hold your

in the wash

All those nights when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel 
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third

hell

I wish that I could stop crying
They say that the body is 70% water
I feel like I must've reduced mine by a considerable fraction
Newton's

first year I ran the gauntlet
second year you're the one we taunted
third year they laughed and pointed
and they never said none but I swear I wanted

Mr. Criminal
Stay on the Streets

Verse 1
Its kinda of funny how the world turns
I write a rap and let the blunt burn
Think to myself who i was just

and the raps, and the lives that we lead
But in between we live out our dream until the third scene
When they steal our hope, our record deal, and our self esteem

Rolex

MellowHype

Yellowhite

2010

place with the third cup
Don't act like you deaf nigga
I know you heard us
Thats why you shaking in your pants bitch
You nervous
I rhymes 'til I

The conqueror bent on conquest
The red horse is given a sword
Taking peace from the world, slayer of men

The black horse is given a scale
The deliverer bringing