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Earth... every color's a design meant to lure a curse
And hers was the worst

It is certainly no work of urban artistry
I feel this statue wants to talk

Of mackin', trappin'
Or crackin' a head with a baseball bat
When I'm attackin' the mic
There ain't no competition
Not because I'm winnin' but we
On the same

Direction of the Wind

Ryan Bingham & the Dead Horses

Junky Star

2010

and now
Can be powered by the wind

Yesterday is gone
So that a new day can begin
And it seems there's been
A change of direction
In the wind

No

Crimson

Edge of Sanity

Crimson

1996

the temple of their majesty. 
Guarded by a hundred faithful knights. 
There is no escape, there's no entry to her sacred halls. 
Is our vision true

sir they're burnin' hard'
Who gives a fuck?
What's the number of the fire departement?
We have no flag
Poor p. are still skinny, is not a case that

the auburn sky
A flag of freedom flew
It didn't have no stars and stripes
But it looked red, white and blue
Beneath the flag was a Big Blue House
Beaming

Good as Gold

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

camel is makin' me weeze
Go around to the castle where there's bongs and weed
I need to take a shit, got no time to think
There's a zong by the toilet,

True love be like I'm by your side
Through thick and thin I'm down to ride
Watching time fly with my best friend
He been there from the beginning

& Cam'ron:
We guerilla breathin', we guerilla breedin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's

for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One

Because I get taxed
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fat and who has a six pack

on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour

This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour

No Lights

Overkill

Killbox 13

2003

Over, it's over, it's over
You've taken my lights
Over, it's over, it's over
Right here by my side
As I ride
There's no light
As I ride

of it

The beating heart of my story is
This: I was born in Mogadishu
Somalia i had a brief but
Beautiful childhood filled with poetry
From renowned

repulsive so
So what else is there to enjoy
But getting rid of it all
There's no space for compassion
At least the bones still hold
They don't have to avoid

Trapped Inside

Dark Lotus

The Opaque Brotherhood

2008

here?
There's no escape, no way I can find
This is my time, alive
I'm trapped inside
No wind no rain there's no moon that shines
This is my time, alive

heal as a man
The deception of toughness ruins to many souls
Until there is no more feeling and the only thing left inside is a lost soul
Taught young

man that I am
I can't a see the greater plan 
What if god is just a scam
Made up by grieving man
There was no sacred lamb
And I'm about to lift this ban

last penny
And still claim its just a hustle
While we choke back the tears
And act like the pain is subtle
There's a devil in the detail
We got really

been away too long at sea.
Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.
There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing

This is my world
Welcome to it
Embrace the cold weather step into it
I got no agenda 
I just dont surrender to what people think i should be doin

her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy

her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy

her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy