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Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

by the pierside, 
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic! 
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters, 
N' the Captain's gettin' done

exchanged
In the riddles of the language, and
Little men with big banks, shit stanks
Every verse fire, I ain't
Never had a mistake, no
I was so mad now I feel

believing em’ now
The only one holding you back is you, it’s time to make some moves cause
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York City
A hundred

I saw my neck and it cost a hundred G's
Now she fuckin' with a gangster, wanna come and see
I saw my neck and it cost a hundred G's Now she fuckin'

I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side, then you got to go

that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what's his name and what's his name
We only know your wifey by her

Art & Life (Chi-Roc)

Twista

Kamikaze

2004

yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back,
And I used to grind out on my friends spot, 'till he's mom wanted my Tim-bots,
Now my paint

way I keep losin' people
Always pessimistic, lose a homie due to Crippin'
Done seen that shit in threes, now I'm waitin' on a sequel
God tell me

it right now
(gunshot) Oh shit
Awwwww you motherfucker! The
Next one will kill you ohh
Son of a bitch you shot me in the ass

I never been a bitch in

Chelsea Morning

Dave Van Ronk

Let No One Deceive You

1992

and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain

Windpipe

Wu-Tang Clan

Belly

1998

the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage

canvas
Our mistakes will display what this is
It is our work of art
Mistakes show us who we are
If parted by death I'll rest in bliss
A perfect portrait

Now I am here I am walking away to my new destiny
Night is coming around and the party rise on, the music under my skin

The portrait on my bed,  I

one thing
That I'll be next
I get it, I get it, I get it
You wanna be like me
But this ain't halloween
This is life
Don't live by others means
Value

Can you see me now
Standing on top of the edge with a loaded gun
If the fall won’t let me see you again then maybe the gun will
And I don’t know how

them narrow hips
As her heroin lips touched mine
I feel like she slip me
The tongue with the pill
As my spine begins to shake now I'm
Addicted to this

quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all

canvas
Our mistakes will display what this is
It is our work of art
Mistakes show us who we are
If parted by death I'll rest in bliss
A perfect portrait

Hexed upon the entrance
Our fate has been bestowed
Guided by illusion
A Vision from Below

Eyes like daggers focused
Deep inside the soul
Sinister

sleep
Can't eat
I can't even think
About a time in my life
When you're not there beside me
No matter how you frame it
Our portrait is burning
My world is

The split
The rupture
The unraveling to come
From the mouth of god now fall
The mind, the teeth, the tongue

The sins
The rapture
The threat

by the hour
I'm crying watercolor showers
I'm only yours when you allow it
So cruel and so avant-garde
But the passion we exhibit and that emotion you

Behold a framed
Portrait of solace once
Once seen, one could never veer away

In spite of this
In spite of the decay
When all that's left turns

my man
White man's burden

You paid the price, you followed orders
Months at a time laying in
Ambushes by the borders
The blunt cackle of gun battles