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And somebody must pay the price
Of being first with the headlines
The ones who gain are not the ones we sacrifice

Well, when they break down his door and cut

to myself
I promise maximal effort from me
Even in my final days, I’ll find an outlet that still pays
So cut me loose. Stretch me ‘til I can’t breathe
But I

Feast your eyes
where your money goes to die
Feeling affronted?
Blame the unwanted

An Executive Race,
expert in an instant,
Short cut to the chase 
for

composing a symphony that your mind can inhabit
If you find it elaborate just rewind and re-listen
Until you do understand it and you're in line with

The foreman touched the cold steel lines
The rail bed was frozen with ice.
In the distance an engine was keeping good time,
The steam whistle moaned

Honey, did he tell you I'm a bitch 
That's his favorite line, he'll use it every time his old gold ring starts to itch
Bet you were dancing

in the dirt
I'm just a mani gotta breathe
if you cut me i'm gonna hurt
i'm gonn a hurt

help won't you save me baby
tell me to waste it later
i fell

I-N-timacy
I ain't had to have no Fear of God pants
To get rid of the Vicky's
Poof mixing up the goose in the hand
Got bird bitches on my line, because

Run the city like I'm Diddy, the hustle is all Puff (uh huh, take that)
On they neck, niggas, I'm up next (huh), really, I'm a vet (come on)
Cut

Your pompous face is shoved into mine,
And you're tellin' me that i'm completely vile..
Cut the crap, get a job, get in line,
it's monday morning,

gotta do 
Until I've cut the record that I've always wanted to

Don't blame yourself you never could contain me anyway 
Forces hard at work on me will

around here 
I might be a lightyear behind 
But I see a setting sun with my very eyes

So I cut the ties again 
And turn away 
No one's really biting

sorry I think I said the last line backwards (backwards, backwards)
I go to the book of proverbs when I need a caption (oh, oh, oh)
They eat their profits

My bad 
Bitch dont touch my clothes These expensive tags Wish a nigga would come get me out my bag Cut his tail off like i was cooking rat 
My whole

I've given you the best years of my life 
Every way I gave I gave it all 
Tied up my hands and cut my wings 
Left my soul behind no band of brothers

zone 

She told me she back in my bed now you lonely 

Promise I'll send her back home cause her friend on my line, yea you know that she call me

Back

RUN

I'm gonna use every tool
Gonna cut my heart in two
And walk on by (survive)
Gotta bleed until I'm dry
No regrets, no alibi
I won't defy

Dirty

I wet myself to Nietzche, I cut my teeth on Tolstoy
I studied Kama Sutra while your ex tossed off to Playboy
I am the deepest puddle that you will

to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell

And I'm the only clown in town

My clothes are loose and torn
And I'm livin' on wine and corn
I fell into the tub last night
When Mr. Duke cut off

Walked in line 
To the beat of another's drum
Single file
Marched on through the dark

Stripped of breath
Cut apart
I followed you
Followed by your

send the agents behind enemy line 
hungry for infiltration 
the deepest secrets drive them to the 
target
paralysis before the first strike

under

of my soliloquy may be,
Not a one, of any one, I counted on,
Steps up to the line for me
Born alone, Dies alone
 But doesn't figure on fighting all alone

walk in a straight line
And you won't see me backing down from an uphill climb
I'm not the kind of person who will settle for less
My kind of soul won't