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Disposable Heroes

Metallica

Master of Puppets [Deluxe Edition]

1986

them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us

break you down, and your gonna fall 
You might wanna get the fuck out my way nigga
Before they come through with the motherfuckin' tank (Karma)
Where's

groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records
Is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Huh, you bet your guns, by any means
I get my

I pay that fee
Tell that lil boy speak up
Tell that lil boy keep up
Seen my drip geeked up
Ready I don't need no luck
Live by the words of the book

the only One there
Front like you about it but Your movement is scared 
I got some militant Caucasians that don't miss by a hair 

Shit i got a coulple

talking trash
They come de say the boy is fucking razz
Balogun i no de for bansofun
Come my lane when e hot shoot out by 12 noon

You know you know you know

miss
Reality
Someone lying to them on the TV

I’d keep your kids at home this fall
They not gonna miss too much at all
In the grand scheme of all their

of national security, making anti-muck 
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction   
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by  
you and me

back an forth,
They say don't drink your life away I'm still pouring,an I adore her, is you still getting that money ,I thought I showed ya , ya baby boy

Usual Suspects

Nas

Usual Suspects

2009

you want to do is roam free,
On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
I laugh while I'm doing laps in

(It's thirty nine bitch)
Big boy talk, the fuck is you talm bout
I talk shit but i don't spit the gum out
I ain't no shooter, I don't pull the gun

Sorry not sorry the boy is
Back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring
Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we
All up in

spitting on a track
Till y’all admit that this boy can rap
The boy is black
Took a bite out the apple
Yeah this boy so Mac
Came to show these rappers shii

You should check your interest tell me what you (came-ame-ame) for 

Our father which I pray in heaven if I see a fine boy then take him back
I ain't

no estate
Bet you bitches felt safe, but fuck it

Life is a gamble, I'm feeling lucky
Let me out the fucking gates, I'm bucking
Even pretty ricky can

Apple Of My Eye

Raphael Saadiq

Rather You Than Me

2017

on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways

bring it out

I made a mil in a month, and this month is not over
I had a talk with my dreams, I told him I'm a lot closer
I drop the top

Oh yeah
Yaye yie yaye yie
I wake up in the morning I pray and say my grace oh yeah
Medi me lane mu me mpe wo case
Everything I have now is all by

don't you give me that face
This is for every girl alive who's heart's been broken by a boy like you
This is for every girl alive who's heart's been

Now put your motherfucking hands in the air
If you a gangster and the pussy boys scared
We in here
They can't get in
Scream hell yea if your knot

was raised for war...,boy you aint know??
Hook
Contrary... to what your told..., when da world gets cold..., will you hold yo own..., or will you

We Still in This B****

Juicy J

Underground Luxury

2013

hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one

We Still in This Bitch

Juicy J

Underground Luxury

2013

up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for

and that can is missing
That ain't a Cola though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over
Apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers