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FEAR.

Kendrick Lamar

DAMN.

2017

homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV

FEAR.

Kendrick Lamar

DAMN.

2017

homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV

Wake Up

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Chronicles

1999

delivered by, blacks 
Soon as we unite the sky cracked 
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens 
God celebrate devils death day signal 
Jail let

Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm

scared when yo opposition
Come gun in hand
You ain't afraid to die homie you ought to be
If you die without Christ
You go be lost for all eternity
If you

to slaughter your son and your daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich

say it to my face yeah
Babylon had to put these niggas in the grave yeah
Babylon had to put these niggas in the grave
Pray for me got blessing all

back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got
snatched back,
But we already black on black, that's sad
Is it really in our

afflicting you with horrible torment

And were slaughtering your sons and letting your daughters live
And in it was a tremendous trial from your Lord

Hip hops alive, far from the wits of the watchful eyes
Stars are eclipsed by the common guise
Barred in the bricks like dolomite
Dark in the pits but

clever, a buried treasure
But I'm, out of the grave, and there is no pressure, whatever stop with the hate, let's get together
Boo, now who are you
I'm

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

In life all we really have is time till death we will never get a timeout 
Through the day we stay up on that grind smoking out but never really wind

for sending your Son
Thanks for sending your Son
Oh Lord
Thanks for all that You've done
For all that You've done that You've done
A phoenix in bloom

dabb vich white green separate
Koi fark nahi hun koi v kare hate
Cuz when I die I'll make money in the Grave
Remember that
My sons and daughters

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

again tucked up in my bed and then 
I wouldn't have to witness all the suffering and negatives 
I would never get how much it sucks and it's repetitive

of options I see it all in his face
I'm spiritual and I can't die dog I slaughtered da grave
Yeah knowledge is my son and my daughter is Faith

They don't got

that I could grasp
And still ain't been to church
But on this track he gets my worship
Even a heathen could do work in his name
He's seen it all
So

Dancing on my grave
Oh, you think you are safe
I killed (I killed) I buried my name
I think it's time for me to reclaim
Bring
Me your offspring
Turn

I've Got No Use for the Women

Marty Robbins

Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs/More Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs

1996

at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest

there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

fear me 
Got these niggas runnin all wild 
From my double are when we ride 
Motherfuckers is sure to die 
Boom once I enter the room 
In the air all

guess too much for the world
And see I buried my daughter
Thinking I failed as a father
Take it day by day
I promise man it's just getting harder
But just