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wrist down through to his right hand

Put "State Trooper" on the record machine
The great American bar scene

Neon lightin', wooden floors lightly

of extinction 
Killing machine plows through the earth
Hiding in plain sight
Bodies downpour like rain from the sky 
Obscured demise from states or insurgents

Ring It

Spice 1

Tha Hall of Game [Clean]

1996

(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really?  You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

y'all jaw
My state of mind is win that mean its y'all loss
Those old days of unity seem to be far gone
Torture method go as planned if y'all cross
Pliars

Ring It

Spice 1

The Appearances Of: Keak da Sneak

2001

(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really?  You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

loss in quarantine
With pro tools gutting up the hit machine

So come and take more, take more
You can't help us out, no
Now escape more, escape more
You

no brain activity, it's not a good state she's in
She’s hooked to a machine that does the breathing for her
I'm sorry but the woman that you know is no

push and pull
A nervous call
The sweat like blood
A smoking gun
We're all peculiar machines with no manual
Responding to loss without a clue how to win

in the sun
And leave you in darkness

We must leave this world behind
Fall on your knees  rage at the loss of life

Uneducated nation built with

loud 
All my tree iz UNIQUE
Tel da labels cut a checc
Cuhz I’m 1 of the best 
Keep dis shit 1hunnid don’t come wit nuttin less

Block2block state 2 state

Bring 'Em Home Safely

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

"we left the people of israel with, one thought..
That they are not alone -- the people of new york,
People of the united states of america
Indeed

The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent.... John.

All right Jill sitting

and vexing
Me Cuz I engineered my illness like Medic
My H&K make this Machine vs Mann, man
They don't know I clap back
Put my cards up like gymnastics

Whatcha gon do when they stealin ya sauce
Whatcha gon do when ya taking a loss
Whatcha gon do when they put you on a cross
Whatcha gone do? Whatcha

I'm a cold motherfucker, might as well be a machine
She say even face to face, you just a voice on a screen
All I think about is money, not even my

an antidote to the material world of things
To authoritarianism
To thought control
By state or religion
The antidote to everything
Psychedelics are tickets

any reason to blame
一 籌莫展At a loss
我給你說個屁 還在畫中轉I'll tell you something, it's still in the picture
全都是垃圾 還特別的提勁It's all garbage and particularly

iTunes Radio etc.). The New Song may be played on 2 terrestrial or satellite radio stations;
  The Licensee may use the New Song in synchronization with

Nigga thought that I was lackin', he died on the scene
Broke-ass nigga don't know how to work a money machine
I go wherever the bag at stay out the way

The Lost Cause brought scofflaws out with their scout dogs
The Lost Cause was, now, always about loss
You boss hogging motherfucking murderous southpaws
I

species, which has only
Just begun to live
To die in infancy would be
An immeasurable loss
We must choose wisely
Which road we shall take
We must act swiftly

Trying to remember which of my words to her were the last
Have a crisis, realizing man, that time goes fast
2 states away, don't know what to say
Can't

that am selling the clean
Yeah yeah
I am getting so much guap
That i got a money machine
Yeah yeah
Shorty just wants to fuck
I am feeling like she is

drinking yellow Kool-Aid
Fled in a fugue state, need love like LL Cool J

Touché, who paid for the tools of the trade
Only to be spitting out the real tooth