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by but my first ride was a Honda
Plug in the AUX to DR-5 and flow like Common
Don't be their martyr. Become a father
All the disciples could become

And that aggression would meet its own response
The will and the weapons to join free men in standing up to their responsibilities"

1 listen to those who you respect and
Appreciate, know your own
Heart never deviate
 whether raps or books just listen to
The words and figure
Out

me what I won't do
Don't slip when you panic at the disco
Don't trip, don't stub your big toe
Don't talk like you my big bro
Don't you ever try to tell

going to fly out on your own
With the wind upon your wings
You're going sing your own birdsong
And then you'll see me
For what I really am
I'm just

told the judge on his own people,

Now his own people won’t stop,
‘Til they’ve found him,

They told nxggas stay in the house,
Some man live and die by

Of the soul for their laws
When you can't even call them your own
Some say I'm a sinner
Bullshit I've been living
Where you at?
You still at church trippin
What

Let It Rock

The Georgia Satellites

Let It Rock: The Best of the Georgia Satellites

1993

out

Everybody's scrambling and a running around
Picking up their money tearing the teepee down
Foreman wants to panic, bout to go insane
Trying

and mortars
Destroy their whole village I feel like what is it?
Disorders a normal part of addictions
What's worse is they hidden beneath what is normal
Nah

Blessed swag
Don't let 'em get close to seize yo Whole win
Crashin dis game my lyrics stay Manic
When da haters see me they go Go psycho panic
Body every

were built into airplanes!
Such schmucks those poor nicotine addicts
They'd freak out if one hour or minute
Their mouths should feel nervous and naked

Oh
Oh
Yeah
Oh
Oh
Shit is crazy out here
Lord, keep me
Keep me from all evil
Lord, keep me
As I travel down this road

Being bodied on their shit man

Along the surface, the waters lay still
What do they hide? What lurks below?
Creatures of chaos bear their teeth
Serrated claws reaching out for me

was led like a lamb All part of the plan This castle crumbles as he walks out of this land  Move on to my own Here come battle scars It's the final

Showdown

The Psycho Realm

The Psycho Realm

1997

gonna get them and you

Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace,

tone
But He tells me that I'm worth it so
I don't know
If you know your worth
Thought you could do it on your own
Cause on your own, you're out the zone

lyrical minded Mexicano from Pac Town
But you know what it is, their playing tricks on the minds of the kids
Making a clown rapper say that its ok to snitch

disappear out the sky
All of a sudden see UFO's breaking their covers
I got aroused
Tell me something I don't know
Stop the evil
This for all the people that

cognitive coalescence drowning bit by bit
In an inter flowing moldy essence of malevolence
Serpents wretched bottom dwellers shriveling in their own cysts

after wave, the panic will feast

I feel it again and again, leading me to the other shore
Eternal darkness calling out for me demanding more
Born

out how to play this piano on my own. And I was also a good singer, so I remember them constantly asking me to sing along with the radio at home.

used to twerk up at SkateLand
We'd treat the rink like a disco
Wow
We going back to '08
We never acted our age
We used to really have our parents

Getting high, out of sight
Therapy is fine, sterile eyes
Criticise
Heart in the stomach
Chyme is their delight
cppetite
Punching the line, in the sky

the scrambling
Allows an escape from bounds around the ground we stand in
When we skate out under the panic, in space, a couple of phantoms
Into new spaces where