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Chansons De La Révolution Mondiale: Songs of the World Revolution, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 5 Seconds of Summer (5 Seconds of Summer) · 30 Seconds to Mars [Europe] (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · When Seconds Count (Survivor) · Minutes and Seconds: Live (Alison Moyet) · Seconds Out (Genesis) · Seconds Out (Genesis) · 30 Seconds to Midnight (Steve Marriott) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) – and 90 other albums »


Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
frequent flier miles and a book of upgrades
So next visit the third world I won't have to fly second class
The people's revolution is gonna be a podcast
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
too late
I can't wait time's quickly runnin out
Call to arms, revolution's in the house
Unforgettable the words of wisdom
Brought to life by the ten
2 (1, this my 12th album, but your man's not diz-one)
This my second album, but your boy's not slipping
(Queens in the building) Philly is where I'm
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in
to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some
the recession, then we formed the fuckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
between the races.
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops.
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops.
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter.
Gave
Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is
We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down
and report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas
do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
to play 
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay 
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin' 
I add your colon to my
we do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
your title is seven 
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven 
By the twelfth well I'll go for self 
Rockin' New York like no one else 
You can
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
of the dope stuff 
So in the record store, you can't pass by us 
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC 
And hold on so you just don't lose it 
As a reference, for
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell my nigga split the bitch and we gonna make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I'm
[Verse 1: Alias]
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind
Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven't sinned
Slowly step in time with raindrops