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Streets Raised Me

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

the roof to his death its real 
Hand Ball walls displayed with are I-P murials 
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building 
Devils spring, keep em

Wondering if they would land if this was an emergency
Or if I might just die of a prescripticide, we'll see
What a luxury to die inside a plane
Instead of by

for sure

I thank God for anything that I've ever had
Some people don't give thanks for anything they have
It's like they don't even know what some

And moral philosophies creates a rift in society

We can see it, We can hear it
The storm of their siege paints the streets
Bloody ruins enshrined
Split by

propagate such degeneracy shall be spared
Not even the Son of God

Patriarch of the Universe
May Your Ancient Wrath vomit forth
Cover the mountains in Your

Who youse talking to?
Eval said I’m quiet, fuck V Tech shit
I’m starting a riot
And you know what? I put on my gloves
But for the love of god choke you

to speak
And who says if it will not end with it
What use are the best of arguments when they can be destroy by force?
Deep down inside the nautilus it's

threads, I hold like rope
You do not move 'til I say go GO
Now let me explain my rap god qualities
I give that in very large quantities
What you do believe

And I feel so alive
Good don't come by without struggle
Standup when the building crumbles
Pain is just what dreams are made of

So put your hands

there Trill
(Do yo thing dog)
I'm a take 'em all the way there Boo
I'm a take 'em all the way there Trill
(Spitter ya hand ip)
Ay I'm chillin' like

Is this who you wanted to be
Kaleidoscope mind
You've now reached the end of the siege
Beware what you'll find

In the dirt
Of your psyche
In

Against all odds
Bloody war is what we're born for
Decapitated heads
Take the souls of all we met
Fields littered with ravaged bones
Transformed by

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002

Release what inside of you
Remove what's not of God
Run forward to what lies ahead
Keep your eyes on the price

Release release what's inside of you

rebuke me
How can I doubt the King
Just because my life is under siege
God told me to give them what they need
Gotta drop the I and add a He
Now the Holy

Pagans want to play gods some days, Even pharaohs might see God that way.Ostentatious heroes come, but if it's zero-sum, copsget chased. Fear no one like,

2006 niggas would say
"You really be spittin'"
And even though they took the shots for you
You really the victim
Nina on me, Smack asked
"What's wit'

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The 7 Day Theory

1996

City under siege it's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves G, deep from the street
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange

choose a side
They don't even know it's a ride or die
They don't even know who they riding by
They don't even know what them killings do
They don't even

God Is Love

John Reuben

Are We There Yet?

2000

me apart because I'm found in yeshua
So who can be agaist me that's what I thought
Nobody

Love is God and God is love no one's below no one's above

Friends got me volunteering weekends at the masjid
What's happening?
Free time, I'm Mining and Crafting
Music blasting, swimming fast, and staying past

In Acre, baptism by iron we learned
The enemies of god must be vanquished and burned
Heathens and heretics, in all but name
How many Christians were

to feed
The same mouth used to speak
If the tongue exists to even reach
The frequency of what they preach
Technical abilities
Notions behind visibility

Mandy:        Capricorn, eh, what are they like?
Wise Man 2:   He is the son of God, our Messiah.
Wise Man 1:   King of the Jews.
Mandy:        And that's