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clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you

on Radio 3 

It wasn't shared, it wasn't free 
It wasn't in my dad's box of LPs
It wasn't by my favourite band
It wasn't played for clapping hands 

It was

to be confronted
TLC, creep up on the beat
When I move my feet, Check 1, 2, 3
You kids are weak and I read your bluff
While I roll my substances
I bring

of love.
	This lady’s sure got style.
	And with moves like that, when push comes to shove,
	She’s the bookies’ favourite by a mile.
 	Paris, I can tell

As I strut about in my favourite croptop
A quick shop stop to buy a big bag of treats
I've got 9 pound so I buy 18 cans
Nearly 3 kilos in my blue plastic

ain't focused on nobody just the Money that earn
N***** had to their time to shine but I guess it's now my turn
Top 3 in my city not second place or third

a song but they ain't gang
6 pacs with a vest like I'm Luke Cage
5 hommies in my block said I done changed
4 wheels on my cart like I'm Markus
3 Kids in my

of their music
And song contains themes of self harm, & suicide
If you are affected by anything you have heard during the duration of this song
Please engage

before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for

I snatch the mic
Protected by the Sickle,
Ancestors
Yeshua the most high in vibration
Set the vibes
Set my feet on mountains high
Finally want to live

accusers
Beaten, mocked and spat upon
Crucified with thieves

Hands and feet pierced
Praying for His enemies
Given gall and vinegar
No broken bones

Cast

war three against an enemy that we can not see, not only on foreign soils but in countries all over the world, infecting people of all religions

War Party

Mac

World War 3

1999

they be speaking
Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep
That's how it is, I was raised by the thugs
They all had potential but they told me

keep me a Jesus piece
We see the opps and I swear it's a robbery
I-I-I said come shop wimme selling bows for the cheap
Niggas be bitches they can't be my

Forgive them
For they know not what they do
Love your enemies
Mathew five was Christ's rule
No contradiction in the Scriptures
Luke twenty-three we see

Zavri si píp, keď rapuje big dog (Cypher), yeah

Yeah, 83103, Bratislava 3, big brr
Rest in peace Delon, rest in peace Oli Freak
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Som

[Chorus: x2]
I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
Now, told by the older god

“Ah, my favourite, so much anger and self-righteousness.
They called you the Rodent; they call you the Ronin.
A hero complex made you fall, so you

for discerning signs underneath the deepest mire by a thousand phantoms /and it’s seem it’s turning into Gotham /in its not hard to see /I put feet up

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

clay shoes 

Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news 
And cursed with skin that calls for blood 
They put their face and feet in mud 
But oh they

freeze or I'm gonna get my ass shot
You get tease by fake enemies now you can't find the exit door 
Just in case leave a trace, slow down your pace
Leave

know is that.... all i know is that...;

(Verse 3)
All iv'e ever really known was this kind of life,
There's times we had to eat supper lit up by candle

here
Airstrike is getting near
A-10 in the air
Brrt sounds rip and tear
Mowing down my enemies
Now you are about to see
Just how pissed I can be
When I

Lif3, peace, searching for peace
You see peace ain't found outside, it's found within
And no amount of material can ever give you peace
I mean