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as satanists only to boot! What a bunch of prats! I
mean these people have no idea, and they've got their noses stuck up, you know, probably up each others
bum,
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm
your heart says (your heart says)
Standing up for what you know is (is)
Right, while everybody else is (is)
Tucking their tail between their legs
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
and Trump is just as bad
No economic system is safe from men gone mad
Who seek to destroy and divide
By spreading their hatred and lies
To people surrounded
Times have changed
for the better
You like to say
Nice house in the country
Now you're on your way
You took advantage of our possibilities
Got
lies and pretend and shit
Tired of people lying in their sentences
Knowing they'll respect me when I'm hella rich
And say that they've been rocking with
you've done
Why don't you care about the fact that
You don't have a goddamn say in how your life goes on?
You still can't get complacent with what you have
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
pushin out light babies
The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's
de come down
Original gun yapper, put down your water gun
[Red-1]
Whoever your God is, say your prayer and bye
'Cause everybody a fin go, it your turn
say they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me tell you something now about Hip Hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil,
Down
Productions
Of course
Our music be thumpin'
Others say their bad
But they're buggin
Let me tell you somethin' now
About hip hop
daughter
I love you, daddy back to the Cicada
So now we have the man who never misses
Where'd you put him?
Let's just say i put him in a
Hole and threw away
and straight up pop
I studied Nasir Jones and Aesop Rock
I loved two non black girls who ate up 'Pac
And my daughter's best friend will have you straight up
Dark and uh rather tawdry areas of mind control endeavor
Tavistock, uh the original OSS CIA, the Dulles brothers
MKULTRA all of that
Many other
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
watched a white officer assassinate
A black man and I
Know that tore your heart out and I know
It's crippling and I have nothing
Positive to say in
This
me back
I'm turnin' into somethin' dangerous and I'm scared
'Cause I'm aware of my wrath
And the power that I internally have
Tired of fearing their
I brought hip hop to most of your attentions
Suicide prevention
Then I got hated on for flowing like an American
Let me break it down for you,
suit
Before they drained their glasses dry
Republicans, they cried, oh my!
Hey Cameron Sexton, this just in
You'll have to let them both back in
Ta ra
its will with their fake pill
Nuremberg code laws simply don't cut it
Gods rage will tear them to shreds by universal will
Let the spirit of the martyrs
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