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preserved and most likely at its peak
A culture so advanced, and by condition of the teeth
They can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the least
and yet nobody wants him
But I guess nobody wants a million nobody wants the villain to succeed and dump
Children inside of dump steal can humpty dumpty
to fail
Can we use some logic?
Don't tell me it's culture
Really, how many kids do you need?
They don't get it at all
I bang my head on the wall
Could
concepts, and melodies
I'mma get mixed in like some grenadine,
Create the culture your kids will settle in,
I'mma go in, I'm not going delicate,
Lay
a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang
Grill
Chief Priest, una know as e dey be
Ok now, look
Children of the culture
We came out for the function
Everybody had their wrapper costumes
With his
is the future let's take the bull by the horn now
O' town
Let's make it better for one and all
O' town
Let's lead the way and show the children the way
the tears
The media feeding us our greatest fears
We see the horrifying images again and again
Children are being murdered by children
We just accept this
richer than all earthly beings.
They called her the color Indigo.
She passed down its deep hues
On the tips of her fingerprints to her children.
cnd they
the door
In the name of god
We can take it all
The Gold the Tin
Aluminium Iron Ore
Cultures lost
For the sake of greed
Wiped the slate clean
Of what's gone
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
to our culture,
by those who never had our interests at heart,
they didn't care about our survival or well being,
they just wanted to turn a profit
and slaved, raped, robbed and persecuted
Never again, to the men, women, and children.
Who died in their struggle to survive, never to be forgotten.
Reuven
the unifying
Hands of our children
Across this big blue marble
And NIRVANA's tarty
Musical career so please bless
Us again - we'll forever feed off of your
mean, Maga chain bling
They think I'm oppressed, I think I'm a king
I'll change the culture and
That's by any means
If you don't stand on your word then
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
children seized the monarchy of Osage.
The enemies were no longer wearing their masks.
They revealed envy with such hate;
They drew jealousy in their eyes.
daggers in kittens with snarling children,
i was sharking classes with taggers for television (Click!),
gattaca days, attica paper scattered,
diagonal
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
fishes this all I got to feed the children
Qmuzik
(Verse)
We need symbols, yea my culture is hurtin Enemies lurkin Gotta voice now I followed my purpose
Terror and violence
Children in pain
Culture clash and ignorance
That drives us insane
The leaders of madness
Carry the flag
Conquer the world
No fear of time
His children will be like him
If he's given the white world hell, what will his children do?
This wasn't no play-thing
The motive
the beat
Children of nature from another culture
Had to survive living in the light
Stolen form the centre of the world untimely departure
Somehow survived
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
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