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work and all that good stuff! Well, you are again the proud owner of number four, Run To The Hills - Total
Eclipse,
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
veins
Threading courage through the hole in my heart
To finally stitch a sentence together
I hold my breath for seven seconds
Six
Five
Four
I hold myself
your bloodstream
We're seven seconds, we're seven seconds from Babylon
And who are the heroes today? Doctors, nurses, shop workers underpaid
Salute
Sometimes my stress piles up so much about someone or something I feel like my chest is gonna explode
Bursting awake
It's 3:38
My alarm seven minutes
pissed when
Their legs do dash
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I know they got no waps or dingers
They drive-by in cabs (Drive-by)
It's half past ones and my hands
Are
couldn't fit in none she watched the fools play
3 boys approaching in her mind she thinking who are they
Come and smoke with us we got like seven woods
I have two kids. My little girl is seven and my son is 58, 58 today, second grade. Halloween's coming up. I took him out, trick or treating last year,
can't you feel
Calling radio Tokyo
The kids are feeling way too low
They're on their knees
Won't somebody please just bring them home
Seven hours
losing power if we ever you united
The ones in power are united in scheming
Giving us false hope and keeping us dreaming
But we out number them millions
setting, never regretting the day's events are gone
Forgive me for my sins, with everything that I ?
Sweaty, sick as spaghetti, my noodle machete sharp
country is too quiet
The kids we are losing should be recognized
By the planet
(Loudly)
I would even go as far as to say
That their sacrifice has earned
The only thing to be united with is that pulsing in your veins
But seriously, fuck all that for awhile
What's the point of being a kid
If you are not
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
enroll your kid in school
I got a blunt in my left hand, a pen in my right
Why do I second guess everything I write
I'm lost in my thoughts
But there is
sporting. Are the Communist sporting? My God!
Tell all this to the
United Nations,
Are you an asset to
East-West relations?
Frederick: [Spoken]
What is
take me
You droopy-rhyming snoopy swiping runt, I'm crazy
I won't be picked on by a kid who can't party and lacks friends
The benders I've been sent
to tell you heavens ain't real
You're a big kid, get your ego off the rails
Angels manipulated by seven second reels
This ain't the wrong side of heaven its
Abu-Jamal
If there could be a Black revolution
Prison is a second by second assault on the soul
A day to day degradation of the self
An oppressive steel
You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile bridge
That connected on marathon shore
Yes and it was the gateway key west his grandpa
Had told
the freak in the street
I wonder if they're bothered about 24/7
Cowboy kiss on the dance-floor
Curse words in the daytime
Kids are doing alright
Kids are
Humanity, where you at
Come on
Are kids blown up not enough to act
Hospitals bombs sprayed down with phosphorus gas
If it was your family, would you let this
and walking on glass as he is clearing his tomb.
Yeah, nevertheless, there's no money, said the kid. "eh well, half-price hookers are watching the Mast,
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Bring out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly Temple singin
Clown
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