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In the fields in the forest
In the streams all around the village
Men have fought men have died
Men are lost to history we envisage
The land near

Officer
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me Mr. Officer?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why

How has this happened? 

The ocean glistened.
The fields shone.
Here the world is changed,
forever changed. 

Hold your fire, Captain!
Captain, hold

entrepreneur but I fling out tracks not packs
I put the trap in strap but I shoot shots don't shoot blanks

War with me (artillery)
War with the team (artillery

because if you ain't true that piece will come apart
The second one is your shied if you're faithful to God it'll be a force field
The Third is your sword

Street Fame [Briss Remix]

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

gets worse, planned a curse to be a G on the first to breathe
Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
Strapped, armies, we camouflaged in all black

Untouchable

Eminem

Untouchable

2017

Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna

shakes it off and makes some sort
of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.

Champion: Let?s get the ball back on the field

No Gun Control

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

keep a lot of artillery
They take all of the hate, apply it to race
Then innocents get a taste
So take a bullet to liberate, off in the trigger state

Brushed With Oil, Dusted with Powder

Scritti Politti

Anomie & Bonhomie

1999

The officer asked "how did it start?"
Oh shit, "you I wish I knew" I said
"On Highbury Fields, the Westside Highway
Or here in the Hollywood hills"

In

like sorry officer these meds strong 
And I lost another brother right here in this field 
I guess god told him it was time to head home 

See I been

Race to the sea they meet at Ypre
The Germans dig in their artillery will greet ya
The Belgiums desperate open up the dykes
The city now a river

smooth the back streets
Oh snap, you can't tax me nor ask me
How I get mine
I stay on my grind
Stay in that field daily
(Just trying to feel a - find

Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy "ride"
Into a field where peasants are
Working they come up behind a cart which
Is being dragged by

and freedom by security officers

Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here

From the seller on the street to the people who build the road

tumre
(If you work with me in the fields, I'll get you everything you want)

Main solah baras ki holi, mera bhai thanedaar se 
(I've reached the sweet age

Come on lil mama 
Your outfit look awesome 

You can sit on my lap 
Let me see what you can do 

Hand in my pocket 
Artillery fire rocket 

Ain't got

In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong.
And where’er we go, you will always know
That those caissons go rolling along.

Over

Ay, look, let me start this shit off quick
I just left from out the field, I'm finna go and hit the bricks
When Kae walk in the building, that's some

Fog dances along the ground
The fields are turning red
Blood runs through the streets
Bodies pile up in the fields

Noxious odors in the air
All

I used to play
Four squares
When i was
In the playground
Now i am really
In the field
Really with
The grey houns
Boy you better
Stay down
When we got

in Normandy

Breaking their lines
Objective Flesquieres Ridge
Machine guns open fire
Artillery raining
Infantry mowed down like grass
Tanks roaring

The hissing and the screams
Rose by the first evening shade

A young man bereft of further days
Collapses at my officer's feet
His bleeding eye lay

pussy I could see your field
Sure shit I never fucking field
Field, you wanna till it, I can till it until
The day I’m gone, yeah I will with
Well shit