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The Red Fort, also known as the Lahori Gate, is a historical fort in the city of New Delhi, India. It is located in Old Delhi, just north of the city
Like an eclipse through the mist but with red lips and hips
Walked by, turned around and came over to sit
Rolled a spliff and then we split
Dried
hands.
Liberals dream of equal rights,
Conservatives live in a world gone by,
Socialists preach of a promised land,
But old uncle son, was
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked
a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
know me from my old days
I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways!
You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
But left vs right us vs them that kinda fight never ends
Behind every new revolution there's pattern as old as the wind
cnd it's not you it's not me
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
like meat in your mouth
Cock suckers like you
The reason I ain't gunna pull out
I'm just gone grow my damn crew till we out painting the town
Red flags
the hilltop
A nasty little secret
Red belly revolution
No way to know who’s speaking
Reinforced foundation
Someone is in trouble
Unspoken celebration
the lost generation
Huge global depravation
Human rights violation
Pandemic isolation
My soul I've sold
In an app made in node
By a 16 years old
Oh my God
willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle
the old cemetary there's a place where
evil death live the sun nevers shines and the devil
walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with (Red Dirt Road)
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
When the world got divided by what we vote
We're not so far from World War Three
I think most the people here might be crazy
So fresh, the Prince
the red blood red blood red blood dripping from ma blade
Took the old me now and killed him with my blade
Then I Put 'em in grave
Like
feeling like I got no
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin and change all around
I pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low by the
Time that one was through
She was in Korea, Vietnam
She went
Old red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door
Old red's in town
And sitting late
they jaw, heads ain't ready at all
Get your ammo and stand strong
The revolution ain't televised, they streamin' dot com
No time to do your hair,
left
stinkin rich, everything including the kitchen sink
red right, white left
achilles, king of the old time hilbillies
red right, white left
jesus
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
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