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funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just

nineteen fifty-eight
They say I am a stupid count
I have a sucking force
At least that's what he thinks they say
He could be wrong of course

"Landlord, mix

NASA ON MY WATCH
DRAKE AND 40 BY MY SIDE
NIGGA THINK IM FINNA SIGN
DO THE DIGIT IN THRU THE TRENCHES ONCE THAT BAG TURNT AROUND
DOG SHIT JUS IN A MONTH

passed to left now
I see a white and yellow roof
Through a dead walnut tree
The shock is in seeing and
Feeling and never knowing
It is a knowing that makes

Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might

number so I live my life
But my heart is on the shelf cause I'm dead inside
Slowly killing myself til I feel alive
No I'm not satisfied with suicide
Don't

back to the days
Really don't matter if I go as long as I get paid
Only thing I think I like better than cheddar is getting laid
They say when you

what you make me do,
Now trust me, what I say is right.
Don't fight against me, boy,
Don't run or jump or crawl,
Don't make me hit you harder,
We both

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Why do you think I can't ease your pain?

Forever dead, Fire in my head
Having some faith that you'll beat him again
Every path I walk gets destroyed

hands pussy shoot me dead (shoot me dead)(yeah)
The gun is in your hands pussy shoot me dead (shoot me dead)

Ain't no shit that you can say to me to make

know what penny was
Now I’m getting stacks

Oh, oh
I fucked the whole world up
Yeah and I can never stop
All I’m made to do is party
And get some top

friend,
the LORD will take you up and give you hundredfold of them. 
Forget what they say. 
Just do what Christ says. 
Let them bury the dead. 
Endure

but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because

on a dead end
Like damn where my nigga Rick
Damn where my nigga Brick
As time flies I think about you
Know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga

stop, I'll go mad

Raoul, I'm frightened
Don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me
Don't put me through this
Ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know

And the only spitting they do is phlegm
So what d'you mean, what d'you mean you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you’re hard but
You’re

roll's dead
(If you own a fucking guitar, you're a boomer!)
Listen, I don't make the rules

I had to be here
To say goodbye my friend
Hey, rock and roll is

Dead Silence

Billy Talent

Dead Silence

2012

Dead silence
I think we can't escape
'Til death
Do us part
In the end

They're marching up the main street
As my heart beats
Louder then machine

dreams just like that Krueger nigga

Presha (Word!)
They wanna know how I do what I do
No presha
Straight to the top
Y'all niggas can't catch us
Landlord

entertaining hoes
Thought I could do without ya
Though we ended all
And went our separate ways
I just wanna say
I don't wanna stay
You're calling dead
Don't wait

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

of people, marching up the avenue 
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by 
I'm living in the land of plenty and many 
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't

experience is older than
Your whole entire real life age is
Oops, outrages
Why did I just say this and make this statement
Cos now Caucasians may try to claim

what would my family do?
Open the door and I pause and I think and I slowly step right through
The glow in the air is making it hard for me finding