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Disarm the divide you’ve created
Lay down the weapons of war
Not by treaty, but by the shared understanding
That your true foe is oblivion
Let factories

worth being judged by the figure she got
Where's the love?
Where's the trust?
Our Parents taught us about
Are they dead? I wanna know there whereabout
Cos

pronouncing (i’m pronouncing)

Making love on a bed full of thousands (full of thousands)

She my queen i’m her king royal loving (royal loving)

What you want?

Approaching you girl
With the utmost respect
Inna raggamuffin style
As this rudebwoy presents
Myself with my hand by me chest
Courtesy my love for

Marcos)
Wanted a war to be off of the shores, on course to Vietnam
Generation scars that kill the songs inside of my shamanism heart
Taking my prayers

my music loud 
Yeah
I love ta rock the crowd
Rap until I got cotton mouth
It's a 1,000 clowns with 1,000 doubts
Check my bank account
Ion care what

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,

from scratch
We are the generation of pain
We are the generation of horror
We are the generation of creation
There is no stopping me, nor me, nor my song

to bring my first child into this world
That is shown love long before they realize what hate even is
And I pray, that they never have to feel, more broken

the ground
A thousand mothers mourn
The glass if half empty and the barrels half full
The aristocracy paid by the death toll
And both sides still rockin'

separate ways just know it's all love

We a generation of some lost souls
We might never meet up at the crossroads 
There's afterlife and after death it's

To Love each other equal together until we prosper

Hands up in the sky
Lets get high
One time for the lighter in my hand 
Always there to help me get by

you for 1000 generations

[Verse 2]
Beneath the neon lights, as the music takes flight,
We gathered 'neath the stars, in the festival's delight. (oo

Passion

Rasheed

Let the Games Begin

2000

a nigga spasms
Make the average female listen to close and have a orgasm
I have em by the tens of thousands lightin my fire
'Cause livin through me they

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama

I been flying
By Myself
Changing climates
By myself
I’m a party I’m a crowd its a riot
By myself
I been through trials
By myself
A thousand miles
By

Give the Love Around

The Script

#3

2012

starts by giving love to your brother,
Giving love to your sister,
Giving love to your misses,
Love to your mister
Giving love to your friends,
Love

(ha)
We don't fuck with full time cappers (ha)
We don't fuck with full time cappers (ayy, ayy, ayy)

French, I love you forever, I swear to God

about the past
maybe I grew up too fast
it's the never-ending clash 
of different generations

blue sky full of rain
kind words causing pain
my love for

scream
Cant E.T. till the whole team routine
Eating poutine, where the spare change be a cheese
Couple hundred thousand
I’m surrounded by strong men,

with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people

I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor

I'm sick and tired of my generation getting blamed

For the state of the planet, I'm sick of my generation getting called

'The TV generation', "Well

You look way better thick I like full arms to wrap around me I can't
compromise the real to deal with polished from the county
99 percent my generation