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an Oscar
Cause we made a grouch

Mad cause I'm fucking his bitch on his couch

I would be mad too

Mad cause we popping we getting you canceled

Spit  like

Can you, can you feel me now
When your body is engulfed in the flames
And your wrist is cuffed by some chains
And you're fucked up cause you drank
Do

the grouch
Best go get that stick out your ass!
My raps top of its class,
“The realest” on my epitaph,
Smile in the severance, 
Secular passage,
I'm my own

Detained by two cops
Their energy fictitious
Looking for a victim
My car became her selection
Her mind was infected
You're brainwashed
You work for the man

screw up they face
Like it's Oscar the grouch in here
Got it up off of the muscle
We made it from nothing
But God
It was all word of mouth in here
Got it

While the cops on the street put your hands in cuffs on your knees begging please
Profiled by the beast, if your skin ain't bleached be discreet or get

I have a 2.5 percent
More of a chance of
Getting shot
By a cop
Than my white counterpart
Then we want to counter
The shots
With a nonviolent march

rhythm falters 
How do I still march on?
And when the waves crash over me
How do I stand strong?
I've been battered by the storms 
Within me too long
Too

Islands will remain unmoved by you or me
And life will continue to march from the sea

Rain comes and goes
Erodes even stone
Slave to time's throes
We live

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Eric Bogle

Now I'm Easy

1980

heard
As they march by that billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Onward to the riverside
They have tantalized
Everything on which they've laid their eyes
As the days go by, the death toll sustains its rise

Well, how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
I've been

the definition of raw spitter

I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch
Where I'm from, they C Walk
Stay chalking you out
Where I'm from they B Walk
Never walking

So I put on my boots
And tie my laces
I march on with a deathwish
With smiles on my faces
Step by step walking towards my own death
Step by step 'til

closed, clutched to my shotty, having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons, no provisions, deceived by the devils decisions. Forced into a slave,

Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

Intellectuals

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras 
Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!) 

[Chorus]
Intellectual, rhymin professionals 
Bring all the ladies, in

a blast
Cause
March winds, and April showers push on
Live life by the hour
And the better times will find you! (Ya ya!)
Cause when there's, hardships,

Side by side with Odin in the lead they march towards 
their mortal enemies

You hear the maimed one's call
Death songs from everyone
No one will

carry the torch we will lift up the flame
We will march through the darkness with the light of his name
Until the glory of God is seen by the world
We

thunder rages

Hear the song of the devil's choir
Played before a muse of fire
By the sword we march for glory
And the conquered kneel before me

See me through God's eye
Truly become the sole in my shoes
March in with my cry
March in with my cry
Take all of it in taste of my skin seasoned by

I know you've sing the requiem to me
I love you, stay and hold me close, don't die
Lamenting souls, crying by the river
We march alone, right out

Nips and every tear despite
All'd be the same by March
Wish it all'd remained like the
Day you cried
I know you don't love me, but
¿Y si nada nunca