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your family or friends
It's not prejudice
I just think that's for the best
Don't let your son play with that doll
Or let your daughter play with that

forgottenness of our memories and personhood here in this existence
We are driven down into hiding
Deep
Deep below in the depths of the place the devil reigns

And wait for wisdom to descend
But wisdom made her way below
In the form of a son of man

So you can look up to the heavens
And hope that stars might do

Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds

They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For

LIKE GENES FROM FcTHER TO SON
PUT THE HIGH GROUND BELOW US LETS RISE UP cND ScY
WELCOME HOME MISSING WcRRIOR WE MUST FIND c WcY
WELCOME HOME MISSING

What you really know about time I'm it
Been a long time coming
So below as above it
Layer conjunction
Conveyer of nothing to something
I trip

that cannot bleed 
Below our dying sun

Nothing was set in stone 
Peaceful and on their own
High hills where children play
Those summer lawns and sunny

I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that

The Rocket That Grandpa Rode

Jimmy Buffett

Songs from St. Somewhere

2013

There's an old Gypsy Moth
Made of glue and cloth
That lands in a horse filled field
An unusual event for those palomino gents
Who just stared

friend and my gunner
Said, "Watch out, they're coming up from under
Hope you sent a letter to your mother
We may be going down for the last time"

I said,

and rescue us
From hell and the grave
For all of us sinned and had fallen below
And we needed a savior the Savior to save
Jesus then came in the flesh

Bless me, my son, yeah
Bless me, my son, yeah

Come my fallen angel
When the call comes, you answer it
When the call comes, you answer it, for

Trudging through the icy mud and silt
Once devoured platters of bread
Now torn apart by the dog with three heads
Going further below
To those obsessed with

rails? Listen to them sing
They carry men's livelihoods and all their hopes dreams

When you see those cars of coal, don't forget the men below
Who work,

be a zone to take over
The earth is ravaged by that demon
Carnival of horrors await's
It seems like it may never stop
While he's puppetting you for

Real Raw

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

shoulder than the chips made by Pringle
So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, below

to delete those core memories
Especially if a nigga or bitch
Ever tested me
How they pleading out for respect, but they never mention me
This dimension filled

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

whisper someone's name
By the candlelight

Those are not lights for a Christmas tree
That's dark Long Kesh, son
You'll grow to see
That Christmas cheer does

rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot

me
See, selling thy soul for
A couple Grammy's, Jeeps, Rims, Timbs, Lambs, snake skin feet
A couple of those CCTV's to keep it discreet
A hard headed

for confirming your catalog
Ain't really worth much
This shit is so depressing
Your son gotta wake up on
Christmas to no presents
Arsonal had the nerve

and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I