Search results for 'Centre for Fire, Explosive and Environment Safety'

entertainment, politics
And business they come from a Wild
West–like environment in which they have
Learned to fend for themselves and
Give full rein to
Their

yeah, I'm still standing

By his father and mother he was abandoned
With no concern for his safety, they left him stranded
A life of hurt was the very

feet in the dirt
So I want to be prepared for the worst
I keep my Glock on burst – never on safety
‘cause niggas hate me (hate me)
And while niggas

the enemies
We simply see that roles admired if your in controlled environments
Respect for the dead; understanding what paved roads prior meant
Frustrated

For the people just cueing in
Come sit next to the fire

From the tip top
I drip drop trickling down
Where you from where you at
And putting down I see

from these niggas like me, please don’t suffer my baby
I blame my environment, ah
Been going through hell for so long
Fell in love with the flames, I

unwind lavender suds/ our tranquil environment we established for us/ life is Grand having you next to me wit ya badd self/

V2
Talking about a dream come

second to none, king of the ring
I can guaran-damn-tee, Michael Nielsen is the man
He will make the globe feel and see (Go)
The explosive energy

screw it I'll do it all right now.
Yeah
Hi my name is Giarmo and I'm ready to spit
I got the mic in my hand and your not ready for it
I am the, Mafia boss

The Process of Self-Development

Candiria

The Process of Self-Development

1999

Wake up, do you realize who you are?
Breath of the blinding stars
I, constant developing
Thirsty for everything

Listen, this more than I
Hear with

and ministers
Of foreign nations
Bush promised that he would
Save the environment
Signed the Clean Air Act and
Had the public buyin' it
Two years after that, we

In the midst of the warning signs, the oppressed try to save their lives
Can you feel the storm approach, pleas for help met with strong reproach

snaky plans
Got me pulling safety pins
Feeling explosive
Now let the end begin
Your word is Horse shit
Equestrian
Your life is thespian
Umbilical living

line reaches
My rhyme book is a divine thesis
I penned pieces
That left dents in the densest reaches

Never knowing what the centre piece is
Never

away, for a penny to affording a ticket to winning the lottery;
Give me clay, and let me show you, what is pottery;
I do this for all of thee;
A centre

gentle petal
From my rose I fire
Thorns to protect the crawling ones
Suck the nectar from the centre
Presently pleasant whatever the weather
Rain falling

Taken these tidbits
And hints at victory
Tell me it never did shit for me
Tell me why it’s all rinse, repeat
Tell me why it’s all rinse, repeat
The same

motivators 

I ask Allah for good in this life, good in the next and safety from the fire

I'm Fresh off the plane, made it to the states 
Mobbing through

a lonely road I'll be back soon though
Been through hell still in it I'll stick to the fire ropes
No safety harnesses if I fall I'll climb out like Orpheus

trolls around me 
I got two modes, 
That’s Safety and fire
And when I’m triggered 
I just load it up 
And I Aim higher
When you take L after L after L

You say product
I say victims of our environments
Victims of our context
A product is produced
The Lord never produced us
To be a subject of sin
But

avenue
Stars in ya eyes dreams coming true
All i worked for now who the truth fire alarm
When I'm in the booth no safety on just aim
And shoot under

constricts
Led through the darkness
Pawing at the walls
In the labyrinth of thought
Yet here I stand in the centre
With hands of brilliant fire
I can guide you