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a score put me at running back
Seven shawtys flipping cheerleading don't know how to act

Putting in my all we duel until result is death
Praying to my god

to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Nigel's in there
with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might,
but it is

Did you ever love a woman with a death wish?
Something in her eyes like flipping off a light switch
Everybody dies but you gotta find a reason

Simple emotion for the human animal we
Confronted something overwhelming the
Imminent threat
Of death in the form of wars, plagues
And natural
Disasters

better be listening now
Cos
Insulting a sultan
Will result in your death
When I open your neck
Ooo look at that rolling
It's your head
Imma be GOATed
If

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily

skating around the sun
The fear of god and fear of death the same thing
Power of Ra I rolled up in a raw leaf
Forgive me allah I keep walking in sin
You

Ace Iz Wild

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for all of those
Who lost out, cause I was at the polls
And I saw the results as they came in
So many wild-ass ones

there's
Causes, there's results
And the results is always deeper still
We now have Oatmeal Man

Anytime you find someone in the middle
Anytime you find

to hear it
Devil want me near death
I hate him and I'm hoping that he fear it
He don't really want to get up in the way
God on our side
So when I get among

foolish actions
Results in consequences
That jolts your confidence and
Brings you to reality, ya fantasy has ended
Expansive intermissions
Got you planning

enormity wreaked susceptibility
Prey preyed upon in cycle

Death reclaims mastery over the Origin
Reshaping surfaces over again
Restless reinvention

'Til I'm in dirt
I look death right in the eye and I flirt
I live my life until I'm in an urn
Only a matter of time until I take a hearse trip
Blood

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

Damnit my thumb green 
I been dealin with paper all day
I hope it mean something 
Hoping this stacking and flipping
Result in a house out the country

In the tenth grade smoking weed on the low though
My momma ain't know though, back of the class
With a Source magazine just flipping through

through ya eyes 
Put you in a fucking coma, flipping bodies over
Lead pump you so hard, make you do yoga 

Ride in on that Hoopdi, Bitch, cuz I'm Ultra
Fuck

ones coming home
If I act like I ain't care on beats
And act hard on feats
Then maybe the cycle I feel I'm in won't repeat
I need a peace of mind
Over

Then I set sails to invest in ventures
When the kid gets stressed the kid kids less
This is a result when criminal thinks best
I'll do this to the day I

Comin in your door
You must already know
Death has arrived
Skin white like snow
I wanna fuckin die
Devil won't let me go
Not now son
It'll soon be

on their hand
Or any simulations
The result in violating this law Would automatically
Get your hand amputated
As a sign of your Disrespectfulness
Black Hand

straight out my ass
Hop off the toilet, I'm flipping it fast
Kids on my poop and I reel in the cash
Delivering shit like the milkman
Pee-pee at my lemonade

an unusually
Long four minutes of
Straight poetry to tackle the
Drug war, business, discrimination
And perseverance the poetry is spoken over
A beat in a song

rage locked up in a cage
Only cuz we're not on the same page
Dreaming big means jack with zero work
Nothing but a long term fantasy to invert
Flipping