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Surrounded by mummified bodies and shit
Cemeteries errwhere
All in my county

I be sippin on it
Brain be gone
But it's like everything aight
Hangin

the true meaning behinds Acid House music and the term acid in this particular genre of music 
Is it once more cynical exploitation of youth culture by

god she found her place and she did all by hand
No matter where I go it’s all the mother land
These roots run deep
My Momma crossed the ocean but she

have nothing to show? 
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each

I don't even fuck with drill beats, I just went and did it for the culture (On gang, on gang)
Aim to kill, find an opp then we flying by just like

Let's us start by forgiven instead of the killing hidejacking and the Robbin we try to make it hand in hand United we stand divided we fall so much

done seen
Caught your hand in the cookie jar deceived by Defrauders
And that's a cold statement until your hands are over stoves and bones breaking
Until

that a humans is cursed
With hands in my pocket I'm taking it over
Tell em it's mine, I ain't fucking with no one
She can come by but never close
It's my

keeping bricks in the refrigerator
Dumping greedy dicks in the incinerator
I'm coming over
See me down at the station by the lane
With my hands in my

her thirst

She drunk it all and without a word
She fell into deep sleep
I watched the bowl at my aching hands
The "wonder" remains, steeped

I dragged

and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take

Only Skin

Joanna Newsom

Ys

2006

Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

Ni--a get your hands out my pocket 

I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling like the muthf--cking man yeah 
I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling

marrow
In your bones but in a dome, you're feeling hopeless
My culture's not your costume, cause it'll cost you
My culture is my truth and I would dare

Echoes

Undying

The Whispered Lies of Angels

of science, keep the truth concealed
We are the ten thousand year reich - with us let it end
To the sands of time that lent destruction a hand
Let harmful ways

ain't no criminal, you musta know am not a gangster
Hey Mister Police
Man lego me hand you can't take me to the station
I say, please Mister Police

dirty toilet, bowl hands
Hopin' it wasn't all for nothin'
Fast forward to our next discussion
He still stressin' over the repercussions
He told me he

If I Ruled the World

Kurtis Blow

Eastside

2003

culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it

Puttin' money in Japan
Puttin' hunnies in your hand
Puttin' gummies in your van
Kids overdose
Grab it from me if you can
Only gold up in my pannin'

Rock Me

AZ

Caught Up [Clean]

1998

won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one 
Focus right, one hit blow me overnight 
Holy mics, bein guarded by Jehovah's light 
Jewels drapin', in a Coupe

on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react

hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that

Letting go of all I know
The bowl of crows

Bonds of thought and human habits - frantic masterplan
Useless passions, loathed compassion - we are ruled by

electrode head pan (sorry),
pitty the pretty internet gotta empty the bed pan,
left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!),
right got tubes in it,