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(Trial by fire)
Have you been tried? (Trial by fire)

Like walking bare foot in the summer in Arizona
On the concrete, the strong heat could put you in

A heavyweight bags coming in by the several
Not making no move then you gotta do better
These diamond stay hitting I feel like Mayweather
Rock and roll with that

You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Putting pictures in the frames and memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their

Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

Public Enemy

It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back

1988

got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well

to captain Jack
Do you know what it means for your dreams to become reality
Everything how it's always meant to be
I was under pressure, I was bussing

Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down, take your wig off
Let me see your bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, your pictures

been sittin, watching waiting, so impatient like it's baggage
Claim I'm bout to be the greatest, naked pictures in my chat
These other rappers fucking

to realize
That you need to be home
So you hit the road
Oh where's the road
It's gone I'm in a hospital bed
Ha I'm lucky
Laying next to a family
That wasn't so

see
Just in case you doubted all this rappin' shit was meant to be

To all the gals I called hoes, I do apologize
It's not your fault you get thrown by hollow guys
Only call you that because my heart had dropped in size

If I ever get caught then it's back to the prison
Ima take you back 23 years black boy hanging by a belt in a tree
Reverend jackson didn't do shit

masterpiece 
This picture is yet to be done
As the colours come together 
As one

You stop and you stare
Tears fill your eyes 
Moved by the plight 
Of another's

sometimes

And what I gets to you most of all
Is when the holidays roll around
You got always to be by yourself
'Cause that's the time when the families get

can't save me now
Can't lift my soul off of the ground
Can't heal my heart, it's broke in two
Broken bourbon, how I'm over you
I ought to be fine by now,

Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace 
Why must I get harassed by the police 
Why must I be on the ground
Why

It's so

and picket hate
They're terrorizing and organ harvesting in our face
We gotta move at a different pace
And be real with that Sandra Bland mugshot picture ain't

it
Plus I got a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin' by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him want

to be more then,
who you grilling my Nigga George foreman?
Cuz if you were in my position and you made it through
the odds and sewage swear to god you

Sky's the Limit

Mia X

Sky's the Limit

1998

to reminisce
People pointed the fingers and said that Magic wouldn't be shit
Cause I hung out with all the wrong type of peeps
Five o'clock in the morning

Rock Y'all Spot

Twista

Mobstability

1998

Stokes bring it

[Liffy Stokes]
Tonight's gon' be the bomb, it's warm and calm
I got to take this cool in my arm with an ounce in my palm
I done took

picture, when the negatives developing
In this dark room, but they pretend that it’s bright, yeah//
The billionaires, gain while the rest be overworked
Shit

this
On some Phat Kat shit
Carte Blanche, ought not
Try to light this wick dynamite stick
With die tonight Bic
Quick i be like


Godfather J I see you

to me
That shit is dead to me
And I don't ever really plan to either
I'll be damned if I let you do damage by breathing in the same room
We ain't never

own
We let the pressure tear us apart then

Grown up I 
Moved to the city in SoHo
But I kept the picture of you close
I never wanted to lose your loving