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Immortal technique Grafh Joyners and Saigons
So don't get your lie on we wanna hear the truth
Some Lil John and Luke Meek Beanie Cass Papooose

dollars on my head
Reaping what I've sown hanging by the thread
Duffle bag full of poles on the bed
Big sis trying to talk me off the ledge
Duct tape with

cheated death, tosses me the piece
Damn, why's this happening to me?
Why am I stuck in Saigon? I'm only 23
1966 was supposed to be my year
No regrets

we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,

Fuck a fuck a fuck a pension
Dead by thirty don't want an extension
Gimme something to ease off all of the tension
Gimme gimme gimme your attention
I

This is ma, high song, ma by song, ma fly song
Only attraction is lyrics to make the right song
The pry gone, yo Saigon, get signed on
Behind gone,

Łysy masz bucha mam bucha
Więc czas się nastukać
Dobra zgromadzeni wszystkie panny i koleżcy
Hajs na stół byś w jedenastu nie wydaje reszty
Ty nie ruszaj

loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Born in the USA, Born in the USA

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires

life
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
Caught you by surprise
like you met me for the first time
Didn't think you'd witness
Didn't think you'd

The Bastard Sons of Enoch

Shriekback

Into Topological Space

1996

blue sky
Time to rape, scald, scar up and petrify"
So with shovel and pick they worked side by side
Till they ripped out a hole in the grandmother's

One hundred seconds to midnight
The post-war clock ticks on
And there's no let up to the spite
From D.C. to Saigon

The ocean rising year by year

Walking by the Saigon River, taking in the city lights
Feeling the energy, it's a vibrant sight (ooh-yeah)
From Hue to Ha Noi, the history is so

(weka)
Oh mama
Njoo nikupe mama hm (weka)
Oh mama
Ngwino umpe mama hm (weka)
Oh mama
Njoo nikupe mama (weka)

Written by bad man isi, jolisswagg, easy boy,

As the night wears on
I shop with Saint Laurent
In Italy, Milan, San Fran to Saigon
Vietnam, Paris, Guam know my forces strong
Pack force Obi-Wan, US budget

Let's get it baby (look, look)
Zilla, I spit hot fire like Dylon
You can mob deep and I'm still beefin' like Saigon
The icon, cooler than 'LL' with

Frank, he had a life
Two gorgeous kids and a wife
Now gone in Saigon
A fate that always seems wrong

And all he wants, is to fly away, fly away today

Don’t pass me the alcohol, if you don’t want get in trouble
GG gang cùng trên con xe mỗi lần drive by, tao hay ngồi ghế sau
Off mah face tụi mày hãy biến

make my money by rapping heavy

Watch ya wallet, you get accustomed to carteristas
You see the target, these bitches liquid for Mona Lisa
But on paper,

dance partners need a dance partner too)
(Is that you?)

Life's too short to dance by yourself
Could I get you to dance with somebody
Dance with

On
What you, what you, what you
I got bad girls in the backseat
They don’t wear no panties
Draped down in Giani
Brought two cups and a Xani
They just love

Everybody shouts on I Love Lucy
Pee Wee reads the evening news
A pre-owned song or a second-hand Uzi
Everybody got a job to lose
Here come the golden

It's a parasite be the host
Now you want me to stop
But fuck it I love it
Open the cupboard
Open the cupboard
Upon from within all over you like skins

desnudas en mi iphone
Si tu te vienes lo bailo
De las alturas me caigo
Una guerra como en Saigón
Estoy cayendo in love whit you'
Pero a la mitad no hay luz

not a fighter so cut the bullshit
All they're gonna do is run like Saigon did
But tell Hav I love him
Get the beats together
So when Mobb Deep drop we