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I fear that I'll always be here
Goin year after year after year
Eyes cry shed tears life smears no cure
I fear that I'll always be here
Goin year

my 100,000 hours
This wasn't by luck
Yeah, what more do they want
Ay, they want 100 years of this shit
100 years of this shit
They want 100 years

hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.

This is called get 'High And Listen To The Cure'
Roman's in the next room
I gotta press the beat button by myself

One, two
I wanna get high
I

you ain't easily liked
Sike, I'm on my toes like a thieve in the night
Same reason my balaclava never leave by my side

Give ’em the cure (Cure

the place where we've come from
100 years go by
100 years they fly
We raise our banner high
Our colors in the sky
100 years go by
100 years they fly
100

the skies with our tiara
The life and fate of Aniara
We write an endless symphony
Now thousands were weeping
And hundreds cried in dismay
Twenty years today!

can make a hundred beats and then proceed to spit 'em right through
Jaws drop they can't believe, they get surprised that it is a white dude
And now I

cancer foundation in 1913 to cover this shit up
So even a hundred years before you were born these villains in history 
Be planning our Enslavement

All of that dehydrates me, so what's worse 
The fact that we're blinded by the truth 
Or sold lies on TV
I'm told that drinking is a cure 
I'm told that

hundred years
Four hundred years we been dying four hundred years

I cry for the blood of my ancestors
Spilled by the uncivilised heathen slave masters

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

100 Years

Blues Traveler

Live from the Fall

1996

don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't

talking about what we've done

Seconds 
minutes 
hours 
days
Every moment slips away
Years go by in a heartbeat
so don't let me slip away

In a 100 years

The best friends he'd grown
Up with everything to
Decide to start from the ground up

With a couple hundred dollars
The clothes on our
Backs, no family in

please.
A hundred years ago.

They thought the stars were set a-light,
Ho, yes, ho!
By some good angel every night,
A hundred years ago.

They hung a man

of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail

For

'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried: Nanook! Nanook!
Nanook! Nanook! Nanook! No no
Save

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American

of rap was terrible
Everybody comparable
But me & gang lightyears ahead
This music cure your blues like Theraflu
It's only right that we resurrecting
All

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

and tourists have liaisons
In hundred year old tiny hotel rooms
Scenic views, clear blue skies and bad lungs
Winter comes and there's no cure for bad lungs

Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are

Wishin'

Common

PRhyme

2014

I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
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