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have a lot of
Things to accomplish before that day occurs i
Need my Americans to not worry about the
End because the end is unpreventable
It's science i

It's time to take a stand
Not the ones in the courtroom
I'm talking be a man
In exchange from pulling gun
Catch a lot of bodies like
A cheerleader
He

Brothers

Randy Newman

Dark Matter

2017

Jack
Not in a bad way, but a good way

Do you know any Cuban music Bob?
Does "I love Lucy" count?
Of course it does
But the one whom I love is

of the world
End of the world
No place to run
No place to hide
Its a planet suicide
Ask not
What your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country

the end of the world
And the deception is a figment of imagination made by our reflection

Oh it's the end it's the end of the world
Got to live like its

about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big,
big penis. not much else matters,
just as long as you got a wapping great

like it or not
I'm bout'a write 'til my mother fuckin' mind has dropped
I ain't quittin' now 'cause this is really all that I got to keep it major

tell by the court cases
That the system's racist, face it

This is surely not our birth places
Though we run bases
And races we were brought here
By

but I'm macking

I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
It's a rush production, not the beat
I rushed

have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song

And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in

my son
But if it’s a girl grab by the arms and I’ll twirl
I’m gonna give her the world
I Keep it a buck
Sketchers I light up my keef
You know my boots

winning
By the end of this you gon wanna start this from the beginning
And you can feel it in your soul so you can stop with the pretending
This the end

a new queen)
With the Furies breathing down your neck
(Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye)

It's the end of the world as we know it
(We didn't start

Moon in Cancer

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out

You Know What I Mean

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

The chance to grab my pen and make another rhyme so I can make more ends it's a
Rushed production, not the beat I rushed out the studio and hit the streets

a world of pain
So cold the frostbite will remain
It will make you insane
Jack's revenge
Spewing loathing detestation
Jack provides the choral abomination

it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild

me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down

Jacks all day.
It's a patriotic scene, all that's missing is the Queen,
But she said she couldn't make it of a Tuesday.
Then something wells up here

I see the blade rising up higher
It’s multiplied by your look of desire
I’ll haunt your dreams as you light me on fire
Fall breeze brushing

Smash the Mac

Crass

Best Before 1984

1986

Jack you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by

Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register
I did everything I said I would, and said it first
I mean the world's in denial, but they all

that girl trying to make it in the world
By turning my back on you
Sweet confusion
Don’t wait up Jack
I’m never coming home
So don’t wait up
Don’t wait

Mack Attack

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

macking

I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
It's a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out