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the gun he held
And the school resource officer was elsewhere on the campus
And couldn't stop the young man from his acts of madness

He opened fire past

That's How We Break Bread

Tru

True

1995

Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican friends got the gear

sense
Told my kids daddy gonna make it on some real shit
Blinded by the bull stay away from the fake shit
Don’t be a sucka, like my brother Ky say, I

this figure eight
"Let me out!" from this zen arcade
"Let me out!" from this soap opera parade
"Let me out!" from this slow quatrain
"Let me out!"

There

and fire in my blood
And when was the last time you've seen 
Fire feel ashamed of the suburb fireplace in which her
Embers were sparked from?
All they will

trippin they ain't wit me we keep winnin' baby
All God and they know that, ima say my piece and can't hold that 
Keepthe vision where the goal at
From

to stomach them dummy dums
I breath hell fire an underdog underground
So in case you were wondering now you know where the fire is coming from
Ain't no better

right by the pump
Cause when you shining like this it's a chance they can stunt
Next stop we hit the wedge we need some liquor to pour
So many cases

open of rap with an arcade token
But the machine's broken
No more lives
Come on by
Wait on line
Take low dimes for rhymes and chime in with a punchline

close
A daydream from long, long ago
And in my head
You’re lighting up the Manhattan streets
You’re fire blazing in the sheets
Burning with me
Do you want

Ignition
Lit up the fire
Spreading around
More flames
Eating bushes
More smoke
Preparing to burn

Approaching the cities around
Houses in fire, suburbs

Ignition
Lit up the fire
Spreading around
More flames
Eating bushes
More smoke
Preparing to burn

Approaching the cities around
Houses in fire, suburbs

flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let 'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back

of millions
I hate how easily overcomed I get from my feelings
These narratives are hard to keep up with
But that’s what happens to an extra in these full

No lecture prepares you for this (No, no)
You're getting too old to wear clothes from 1973
At the high school burnout scene

Na na na na
Na na na na oh

of my brothers
We come from the gutter
And we cut from the same kinda cloth
We know that you pussy
Boy don't come around us
We can tell by the way that

and houses
Don't give a dawn by tomorrow
Cause they don't know if they’re gonna be the ones

They are pyromaniacs
Forgotten by unfair society
Living in suburbs

S.H.I.E.L.D. from being hung by the jury they pick 
That's why they fear us cause our lyrics bring the Fury like Nick
Our movements and leaders investigated by

S.H.I.E.L.D. from being hung by the jury they pick 
That's why they fear us cause our lyrics bring the Fury like Nick
Our movements and leaders investigated by

a walk by the sea shaw
Need to sort my life and and think of me more
Everything is so clear now I see more
Looking at this fire and this smoke that I'm

within My scenes
Damn it's hard as hell
The man torn apart and fell
A clam from afar his shell
Earn a scam on card to sell
Took a tram just to start

Ugh, ugh 
CH from the GH
Represent, yeah

Lock your doors, and hold your children
Chadzilla's coming through knocking out buildings
My hood's pretty

heavens over crowded
While we oversaturated with tears
The fear they pumping thru teargas
I kinda feel mad suburbs wanna be Hoods
Like they from the field

my collect calls
I dont write no songs it's from my heart and soul
It's a bloody scene oh bloody bloody scene
I dont want the money baby I just want