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up to the scene you know he right behind me 
I know a few niggas that's down it's a hobby 
They got a few bodies we let you decide it 
If he popping

even lost my vision to
When I hit the bottom heard the screams and fell to my knees
There were pits of fire as far as my eyes could see
Looking up

keep the reverb on vocals alive
I got the angle from bitches they quiver and when i deliver i call that bullseye
Welcome to the fight motherfucker this

blood
Puddled behind the scenes
Out in public seems we're
eating like kings,
We just some dog chillin (Hm)
Beneath the table while we Begging for crumbs

let the fire breath, the fire seize your soul
Then go around saying you a dying breed, you might indeed, just know that

I'm coming through because I

guess he thinks that life experience is IEDs
Down range fire fights all being drown out by a child's screams
Haven't been in any fire fights
But I've been

Extreme

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

Or desire for dough
By any means play the spotlight or behind the scenes
Fuck rap sell ? and get chased by crack fiends
But remain positive and appeal

this, did ya
Feeling all the power, ready to devour
Ladies do you like this nigga
He murders by the hour, oh yeah
Making killing is my fate, crime
Scene

Mustard gas thrown from the
Throat to the booth
Barbaric, I’m sick of you internet riders
You ain’t riding
You hiding behind your computer
You ain’t

the harbor, we be sailing around the seas, living larger
Living like a king, fulfilling all our dreams, had to get it by any means,
From humble beginnings, we

All these Black Queens
Should never be behind the scenes
You are God's gift straight from the motherland
Queens of nations she don't need no other man

the flames getting higher
Screech on the scene, no skrrt from a tire
This shit is cutting close to the wire and I'm trying not to (kill)
Fight back with

callouses
This is My Art Analysis
This what hung in the balance
This is me speaking about it now

Eyes like you lit a fire on the ocean
A little pivotal when

cause you worried bout our movement
Set your block on fire only a blood bath will cool it
This more than music, BET behind the scenes
See what we came

I am back from up the country
Very sorry that I went
Seeking for the southern poets' land
Whereon to pitch my tent;
I have lost a lot of idols
Which

B-Boy Kingdom

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

the floors
better yet i was a spook behind the door
w/a perfect view from the bannister
feeling like Lee Harvey
'cept i got a hundred million years in me
first

the dress for less like shopping at Ross
That's a hard pill to swallow green one like Lacoste
In the back of the scene I fled for light from the source
We had

see the Dream
Or be behind the scenes with the Stars you see on big screens
Only mixed didn't ever grow up From the streets
That's the type of fuel
They

to believe
Been doing the most behind the scenes, I still got a trick up my sleeve
It's hot as hell n this SUV, It feel like a hunnid degrees
Ain't taking

with
Agents and coppers
My love came
From slangers and robbers
You too busy trying to be seen
I make it count
behind the scenes - oooh
Shawty frontline

conceived our situation as dire
A miracle occurred that pulled our fat from the fire
Our lawyer had arrived upon the scene and had the FBI outsmarted

He said

Sterilize with the spit that
Shoots from a Komodo
Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I'm blasting
Dope and sick, that shit is just a classic
Huh, that's a hit for you

I seen a whole lot of fake day ones
Start showing hate
Guess I'm already now
Rich from my channel, but dumb bout the crowd

Jump out the window
We

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage
my violent lions have been enraged
by violins and sirens that thunder from center stage
 slicing throats,