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the freedom of these
People by any means necessary

Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare

Well, it was down by Brockagh corner
One morning I did stray
When a lad, another rebel bold
To me this did say
"We've order from the captain

sleep 
Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy 
Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
A buddha session, learn your lesson 
Or get blasted by

"Kuiii"
No cap like knee
Take a shot on three, smoke on tree
Slurping by the sea
Tea, get the sugar
I'm not bee, I'm not drinking it with honey
Thought I

Yea
Aye 
Damn
Okok damn 
Damn
I had to learn on my own yea
I had to learn on my own yea yea
All by myself had to grow yea yea
Learn what to do what

spree, In LA just like a leaker
Live by what you preach please don’t listen to them teachers
Stop sipping that lean so I devour heavy reefer
Percocet off

be standing alone again
This is a bold world

I am not your god, but I'm pretty close
We whiz right by the exit just to stay engrossed
Girl, pull

Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)

hold by the neck
With my little few, I'm blessed
I don't wanna be by myself
'Cause I'm a mess without you, ooh

Like igbo na ganja, oh
Like shayo

This is a public service announcement

Brought to you by Lion Side Music Group

Ha ha

One time for a nigga like

Y'all fuckin with the wrong one

Slow Down

Snoop Dogg

From the Swamps

2001

age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my

these shoulders
I don't need no gun but it's the nineties
And niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't

Moralistic Suffering

Sinister

Creative Killings

Restricted manners, blinded by the truth
Symbol of salvation, the god of emptiness
Acts of desire, a shallow grave called life
Rebels

Rebel On The Run

Living life on the wild side
Driving down the motorway 
Not a care in my life
That's when I saw your face, baby
You took my heart

suicide, foolish pride
I spent every form of cash, bagged mad exotic hotties
Like I just became a made man, how they mob me
Started from the lobby, Rebel

This is a live recording of me just fucking around

I'm so
Baby, I'm so high

Smoking that ganja
And I'm way too high
Baby
Smoking that ganja
Uh

Who really bout to stop the boi 
Silly Nigga who can kill a Rebel 
Tell ya soldiers to deploy
I've been militantly moving 
All these monsters I

we will release our anger, all of our rages
Only one will make their mark
The rest will have peace, in the dark

We're villains
What we are called by

R.A.K.I.M.

Rakim

8 Mile

2002

that lay dead in the turf
Cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest

Ruff Ryders Anthem [Remix]

DMX

The Professional

1998

your eye, then I get ya 
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder 
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her 
Snatchin' up your figures,

of White Supremacy
And I want us to stop feeding that mind
And let that mind die
Their natural death (YEAH!, APPLAUSE! CLAPS!)

Now, I was born as a rebel

Only want the ganja, bitch don't pass me no pills or the molly
Take it there

Bitch I'll probably cut my hair if I'm depressed, I don't want that shit no

wanna
Do you roll ganja
Hotbox like a sauna
What's your favorite hue girl
I'ma paint the world
I promise
Me and you forever girl
Until the very end
We

just be enough for tonight

You're a train wreck but I wouldn't mind
You live like they say all the bad boys do
You're a rebel and out of my league