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where the iron be
Violate rights to privacy my mind is on the joy ride

Me and my boys ride, down to Kings Mill right by Troy's side
Them others follow

I'm the next king of the surf guitar
You say that like you won a brand new car
Look outside no one knows who you are
Or anything about the surf

Dylan mops the floor at the grocery store
Was gonna be a big star before his ACL tore
Jimmy, he was king of his entire scene
Never knew his deathbed

Dogs, breaking out of the pound with sounds so raw

Introducing, the one and only
Dalé
Cas
Say hello to my anxiety
It's hard being king
Blending in with

knees

Following the paths of dignity, as a man of honor
I’m a brave warrior in the pay of a mad king 
they have cut off my deep roots
to come here

of me, wrong type of prophet
I been sewing seeds, tryna' earn a profit
For the luxury , would you trade your options
This a masterpiece, shout out to my

the times little change as back in old days
Betrayed by all trades and their leaders

There's a hole in the ground where the money came from
There's hole in

O how I've tired of watching this change
The hardened shell that you became
What happened to those words once sang?
Once a messenger, once a king

stress 'em
I need a rolly for the time cuz my time getting expensive
My flow is like a diamond, sharp and intensive

Driven by ambition, and a hunger

man is an island, we build by sharing sand
Grains through the hour glass, in time we will advance
J.Banda you're a king, you centralized that urban

We Will Survive

3rd Coast Dynasty

The Arrival

2002

And they claim to be New York's king?  It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most

Generation Jedi

Fair Warning

Brother's Keeper

2006

GENERATION JEDI
Music and lyrics by Helge Engelke

(NO, TRY NOT
THERE IS NO TRY
DO OR DO NOT
UNLEARN WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED)

we trade in the truth

Well it's like he said, I'm an outdoor girl

Livin' it, livin' it up

Married to the king of the Underworld

Livin' it up on top

Trying

Twój czas by umrzeć czytaj: moje pięć minut
To Bartodzieje, ziomek poznasz nas po stylu
Nie widzisz czynów, to poznaj nas po słowach
I miastem rządzi

understand me, I got to see the ramsey
Before I see the bamsey, but that's still besides the point
All I really want to do is rock the joint
Beacuse I'm big