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Hip-Hopera

Fugees

My Xperience

1996

the temples of doom somehow we managed to bloom like blossoms,
By any means necessary said Malcolm, nights before battle we play dead
Like possums, mimimizing

So Cold

Breaking Benjamin

So Cold [EP]

2004

another try

If you find your family
Don't you cry
In this land of make believe
Dead and dry

You're so cold
But you feel alive
Lay your hands

to no one
I hear another sound, carry on by the touch I
wouldn't fail us at the bottom just because

Soon the night comes flooding, it throws a perfect

reflection I'm jealous of the circumstance
Another chance to exploit another dead friend
Another fucked up means to another fucked up end
Who finds a tree if

O'Malley's Bar

Nick Cave

Murder Ballads

1996

And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite 

Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
I spun to the left again
"Fear me!

it's not my fault
You already know I'm fucked up in my head
Keep on playing, I'm gon' end up dead
What the fuck is up, didn't hear what I said
It's just

screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces

Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth

"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw

Children's Story

Slick Rick

Hip Hop Classics, Vol. 3

1997

"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw

Blood, Sweat and No Tears

Stetsasonic

Blood, Sweat & No Tears

1991

feel proud
I'm working harder by the sweat of my brow
I've been endowed with the gift to slice the mark
So take part as the four begin to spark

bloaw, another one dead
I grab a bottle take it straight to the head
Straight to the head
Click, bloaw, another one dead
I grab a bottle take it straight

you
Another round for the end of the night cause by the time we're sober
It's over
Just a little substance with you
Could've made this all go smoother

The teachers of the art and the dance
Your speakers are the mark of our stamp
The keepers of the ark will advance
Slaving away, another day of this grunt work

of production
People getting body-snatched and cloned by the day
Mass meditation we all need to pray
Gangstalkers love to stalk the chosen ones
Trying to have

Born
Suspended by the throat
Twisting in terrors
The meakest shall unknown
In filth we're found
In blood we're soaked
Oh father
Oh son
Oh god
Made us

Tin Angel

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

Crawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall
One way or another put an end to it all

He leaned down, cut the electric wire
Stared into the flames and he

Sob and moan
Damned to be the victim of perverted lust
Beg for the end
Completely devastated by the endless abuse
Now you are dead
For your mother's

I've been suffering, mostly on the other end
Nothing's fucking comforting
Guess I'm gonna be another number for the government
On suicide, do or die, you

City of Dope

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new

along
Dark and perilous ways
Searching for the truth but a spark
At the end of the pathway
Appears and the old Willow speaks
Again, for the last time,

begins
I'm tired of dead end jobs, and fake friends
The devil on my shoulder tryna make amends
Made it another day, another year
I'm tired of getting shit

Black collision I lay my mark down
It's in my blood
Can't take the nigga out
Me
The one I trust
Can hang the rope I can't
Tie myself
But I'm not

your soul on fire, who`ll pull you through the dark
And you`ll be wasting life by trying to leave a mark
And yeah, it`s tough, but you`ll survive
So

a mess and dead inside
Every start has an end, every star fades away
When I see you walk away from a better yesterday
Today I bleed, by tomorrow I'm