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Feel like a marine cause I keep sticks near me
Bullets coming to a neighborhood near you
Burn off on niggas they still in my rear view
V12 engine so

There's blood, blood all on your head
Either take that or else you'd be dead
Red, rejecting the dead
Now realize life is ahead
(Grace) Strong

We spill our blood in foreign land, forgotten by the prophet’s hand

Where every man envies the dead

A place forsaken by the sun, where darkness

Let me put my heart all up in it
And me show ya
I can do better
All by muafuckin self
Or I can be miserable
But I don’t need your fuckin help
In that

(London)

Yeah another day you let the fire burn
Me and my people let the thing dey burn
Say we dey together through the fire or storm
If they

Any Man

Eminem

Soundbombing, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1999

when I piss and it burns 
I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach 
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (yuck)

day teach me how to fly
Father will always be right here by my side
Worlds twist and turn, heaven shall burn for one last time
Father, why, why did you

Hannessy come up and fuck up the rap game
Sleepwalking on me but now that the map came
My name and city is now on the map
Due to your mans games

WARRIOR
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT

KEYSSTRINGS	JOHN BLASUCCI
PIANO		LARRY KING
GUITARS	CHRIS SIEBOLD
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI

forgot to mention. 
 A deceitful tongue covered by promises, kisses and hugs; because a man who’s not looking for any love, just came to slaughter our

rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn

Pennsylvania
To exhibit on his altar Christmas Night
But the Devil's eyes they still
Burn red with fire
As long as Duke walks upright
And he swears there's

Yeah
Okay
I'm like what the fuck, man
I'm getting the chills as I run, damn
Delusions are starting to crawl up
This shit's really serious and not

Life's subjective when you bare nude, I can't think, no neither can you
Everybody want, nobody wanna take, by the way I'm a red hot chili pepper too
Under

Clock with No Hands

The Roots

Game Theory

2006

plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop

Clock with No Hands

The Roots

Game Theory [Clean]

2006

the plot, without plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it

riding me while I'm laying back
That's free hands pussy
Her man always tryna start a fight
But he mad pussy
I ain't going do you like the ops
But please

got with music cause I love it and it is my passion
Remember days with three strings just tryna make it happen
Piano lessons with the keys
I can't find

Steel

Wolfsbane

All Hell's Breaking Loose Down at Little Kathy Wilson's Place

1990

glory is true. 

Paint the Town Red 

Gold's not all that glitters, 
And penniless fools cry in there beer,
Staring at broken down castles, 
Eyes

BabyFace I, baby ima don
Ride with some shooters, dare you bat an eye
Put some money on head, pay the tab by 9
Aw he scared to come outside? Burn

them hungry
Me tell you, a hungry mob is an angry mob
And the same man weh rich, him gwine turn round and rob
You are possessed by your possessions

this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,

up I gotta burn Sutton taught him the game he didn't learn nothin
See me on the gram gotta see me in person he like my picture by accident that nigga

to this sun
Ima bout to burn one
Better run

Run it up, run amuck, run up get, popped
Red spots, red dots, red hots, watch
The seconds, the second I second,