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all we have to eat

His bloody hands will inspire a jihad, dear
His bloody hands will call ignorance faith
His bloody hands were made here
Here, here in

the putty
Harsh invaders
Cities shelling
People killing
Civilians
Killing children
Dad and mummy
Blood for money
Bloody money
It's inhumane
Cruel, insane

down boy we don't play like that 
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat 
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY 
Don't play with

Puddle call it a drip walk Stepping on loubs they bloody how can I crip walk  I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays Never been

nice
So it's old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace

high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay their dues
But besides all the glamour,

me out to Vice City, city of vices, it's a city of sin
Sonny just called, I'm owing him money 
Running around, I'm making it bloody
Pockets is filling,

Let's take a walk down by the sea
Come hold my hand and I'll steady your feet
The battle lines are strewn with tears
And the city lies in ruins

We

cleansed by blood a cloak of white, son of 'Ham transformly bright
Sin Chronic City where good samaritan be damn
Worthy is the lamb


So I was talkin to this

some killers but I'm 10
Toes down by my muthafuckn self
I don't need to gang bang cuz the 
Only thing I claim is the music in
The city and it's bout

got blood in my hands, I'm the Bloody man
Call the city Gotham city
It be burning up
Shhh I can hear them bitches Screaming, know them south niggas Be

By any means, yeah you know I'm gonna ride (by any means)
By any means, gotta keep you by my side (by my side)
By any means, yeah I gotta stay high

Verse 1
She strolls through the city with free will and no cares
She's up on the hunt now yeah you'd better beware
There's no escape no chance of running

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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Words sometimes

Piru Love

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

why, why, why, why, why.
Piruuuu looooove...
Piru looove,
Babyyyyy.

[Bloody Mary]
Now in the Bity of Bompton,
Lime hood is down with the mob.

So I beat the beat and bass
Until I'm bloody in the neck
Every line gone hit your chest
I could die without respect
How'd I make it out my city
I ain't

Been had the city on smash, please don't make me mad
Tryna to put my bars in a bag, tryna put my pen to the pad
And I'm bout to crash
What we gon

Nobody Knows

Nitzer Ebb

Showtime

1990

don't see no one sitting pretty
No one having fun
Out in the city
Slipping down, one by one
In the city
No one's having fun
Out in the city

Come Back to Me

Yves Montand

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever [Original Soundtrack Recording]

1970

only just come back to me

Blast	you high, hear me call
Must i fight city hall
Here and now, damn it all, come back to me
What on earth must i do

As he has loving mother
Trapped beyond the hood and his face
Is smothered by lying brothers
Ghettos for the Jew's it's a new
America place yah bets
I'm

Never manic or panicked, A snails pace when you've landed
The most isolated city on the face of the planet
Yeah, Home of the great whites, prone to snake

Okay, I'm rolling
I'm high
Vibing with the city, feel the motions
Oh my
Got another statement for the culture
Oh I
Need your ass to open your eyes

spine!
A bloody handprint, etched in time
Webbed fingers stretch, a monstrous sight!
Fear grips my Soul, a chilling flight
The tranquil haze, disrupted by

James Larkin

The Dubliners

The Best of Dubliners [Culture Club]

2000

In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The women working and children starving
Then on came Larkin like