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up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?
I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies
to the future,
you know. So that's why we're here.
We want to talk mainly to the young people all over
the world, because those are the people who are going
to be
greenery in sight
Still we grew on, surrounded by love
That’s real
Cast your nets on the other side
As you are, nothing to hide
Look not at what you’ll
wretched fucking house
It’s feeding time again
Out of the sunlight
Cast away
Under the stairs
We are hidden and shamed
It’s feeding time again
Out
written in a fucking song
We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless
But we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face it
Don't even
We are the generation of the young flesh
We are the generation of the young flesh
We like to have sex on Friday night
And forget it by Monday
We are
approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
she cries so loud
Casts her wild note
Over water and cloud
That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin'
We'll be riding on the horses, yeah
Way up
like a chore
Take your time try to think this through
Where our actions are taking us to
Living in a glass house
Throwing stones at each other like we
presuppositions
For all movements of Thy Hand are by their very nature Just
Each and every terror of this world is the Will of Jehovah
And thus is Righteous
We, in
own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill I've never known
You smiled and then the spell was cast
And here we are in Heaven
For you are
by Glee
Feel like Martin Luther with unfinished biz to capture
Infinite tasks to accomplish before the next rapture
Time is a coveted possession often
[MOLOKOV]
We wish, no must, make our disgust
at this abuse perfectly clear.
We're here for chess -- are the U.S.?
If so, why foul the
atmosphere?
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
Oh how time flew past by
I just dont want to say goodbye
I just hope we'll meet sometime
To catch up on all our lives
No matter where you are
I just
the nebula's vibrant hue, our adventure in flight.
Pre-Chorus
Through the clusters of stars, we'll gracefully glide,
In this celestial waltz, side by side.
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
those bastards why
We are the power of the rebel army, we’re the grit of the street
We’re the voice of the toiling millions
We’re the gang o’ the cat what
You were old enough to marry
I was young enough to love
You were taken by the heart
I was touched by the dove
We were there right on time
The perfect
they're way too greedy
My young Gs stay around in the motor
If we touch metal, you ain't seein' no genie
Made rocks do rolls, like Coldplay
We are hot
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you
in my car for a ride
Years go by while we hide
Cause maybe we've gone our separate ways
Can we do it like we did before?
Young, wild, insane
Where are
at him, start his sentence like a capital letter
Just made his pen stronger, craft getter better
Now we're focused on purposing our Kraft for the cheddar
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