Search results for 'Master of Arts in Public Administration'

of a convulsing body lying on the floor
Isn't public torture a right we deserve?
proof of our meaningless
A pride that people carry inside

Thank God for art

Raise the debt ceiling 
Our country has this arcane concept that befuddles the mind
I'm a CPc, Certified Public cccountant in New York and I don't

to work for Facebook, 
Yeah I saw that pic of you and Zuckerburg on Facebook 
Couple A is relocating to New Haven 
one Yale Law and one masters' in public

make mistakes in the court of public sin
Got you concentratin' on hittin' the club, gettin' spins
Ballin' off of your budget, that's at your expense

in the Obama administration
Who are basically Monsanto men
Or have been receiving financial support
So that shows
That the entire mechanism

public domains
And we just tweet thangs
Hashtag Gone too soon
On to the next thing
Death has become an art
Rapping with hand grenades
Osama Bin Laden sure

the city who the mark is
Are we Donatello's David or delicate Frozen Charlottes?
Even Davids know in art there often will be no catharsis
The voices in my

master our earned facets 
no more killing em softly just like Roberta flack did 
tap back in 
No confusion 
No distractions neither 
Side effect of my

renouncing his inheritance
That's legal to do in the State of New Jersey, of course it is, that's right
You're the master spellcaster on Earth
You've

day
And the cheap beer in your refrigerator.

Smoke pot. Take pills.
Channel surf to heaven.

Masturbate on public buses.
Water the lawn.  Erect small

I’d like to drive a fucking Gundam
Ride giant robots not time life to public buses
I figure functions with wonder
Human calculator crunching

And the public and the private 
And the running and the diet
And the timing and the quiet
And the flying and the climate
And the -- faster 
Running to the master

moving numbers
Trip and they stumble, fall flat on their faces
Divine vernacular art, preschoolers tryna trace it
From that southern state symbolic

say is he died
Dare they disrespect the unspoken sacred pact
To forget the signs in between lines

The single slid into sweet 16th place
The public said

Now is justice the art which gives good to friends and evil to enemies 
Or nothing else in the interest of the stronger people 
How many belligerent

The people the public crave it
Sound so pure the game can he save it
Turn me up it feel good
To know a nigga made it
They lost respect for the art form
So

lashings 
Hanged yo ass like public lynchings 
Panther paws across your jaw
Leave a scar, no kin to Simba 
Sprayed her walls, graffiti art 
Chopping wood

Never drop the ball in the struggle, no stumble, no fumble,
Attracted to the trouble always stay ready to rumble
Master of the art of war, always settle

disguise 
Abilities Sylar
Enemy of the public
Fight the power
Starving taste in my mouth
Running for the chowder
Past time
Ate seeds
System was a downer

the nastiest, somewhere out in public shortie grab'n shit
Take me to the room, and make that shit look like disaster hit
Better yet, link me on the island after

(Intro)

Yeah, check it

(Verse 1)

At first I did things cause of friends
The 'Fri' comes to an end
The art of peer pressure manipulates the master

stuff in 
Usually the public peg me as a piece of shit 
Though I don't take it to villainous heart 
Annihilated spaces are my works of art

And if you

challenge seasoned masters//
From this hematite vessel roars my iron lungs//
Seven cannons under arms, underarmed in battlefields for zion//
Filled with

I gotta master the mixin' cuz my crew needs the fixings
So their public depiction don't be causing them friction
With the fictional fanbase against