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you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed every time

Come Clean

Jeru the Damaja

Guru Presents Ill Kid Records

1995

you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed every time

The wood frame upon these walls has long decayed
​​Neglecting emptiness leaves me afraid
​​On windows no curtains
​​The carpet it worsens with time

a strong wind 
But there is no wind, and the curtains do not move
Now everyone hears the sound 
Both inside the house and out
Heads turn necks bend eyes

Broken Glass

Talib Kweli

The Beautiful Struggle

2004

This the story of lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ask her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dying
Was a science, dreams too big for

break from slaughter, with an awkward exection
And I'm losing my sense of self, there goes my mental health!
Suddenly unburdened by the panic, then I

Niggas, Envy 
I stunt on dem boys like Knievel  
Guess we Even 

Driving a car with no keys 
Balance the perc with the weed 
Spent half a block on my jeans

Getting fly like an angry bird By myself, I don't hang with nerds
Had to kill myself, I can't stay with her See, that's why I be fly with the birds

bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with the lies
But the ghost of her still lingers on
Though

Played by me, there's no rules
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael

be tippin in yo city with that stick nigga no pogo
I got bitches out in iraq igot niggas out in soho
All you bitches pray for the clout and yo nigga is

really bad, no I'm Michael Jackson Bad
(Hee-hee!)
Kinda glad, took this long to get it through my big 'ol head
Now go by as Thriller man, BPM killa man

or your just fucking with me
We got off to a rotten start
Smash apart a house of broken dreams and call it modern art
Led by fools into the unknown
Mothers

It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans Adieu
I was on the road to Jackson Town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit

a moment nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
with

bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king, uh-uh, no man
I’m the leader now just get behind me
You know you like

unexpected things I find
With you right by my side
And there's no need to hide
Had my world figured out
You turned it upside down
So I'll help you unpack
We

grab it i'll grab it I'll grab it
I'm with all the static the static the static
Ain't got no deal already had the plain Patek yea

Can shop in my closet

be like thats' bad and die
Fuck you No multiple choice, ABC that's jackson five
Kiss my ass goodbye, Oh! like I would die that's a fat ass lie
Take no

fine, You can be our Asshole
By Nature ay

Space Ship, NASA all Red Shell like Cancer
Sipping on grape- no Fanta
Member bein broke- no Fan to
Come around

There’s no song out there that everybody is gonna
Like there’s always gonna be a dislike on something
Whether it’s Drake or Michael Jackson
There’s always

A Star Is Born

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

pop duke
And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot
That's when the Feds came by
And surrounded the house
They had automatic

'til evening and
I laid me down again
All strangers here no friend to me
'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole
Girl by

all that class (Oouuh)
Somehow I would still miss you, waitin' while the hours pass (Uh huh)
You had a way with words, straight facts no sass (No sass)