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Armchair Warriors

The Watermen

11,000 Days

Just trust me friends, just another tax, 
Another Jack paying tax They?re pissing you off, 
Just bend over and take it, nothin? wrong with Conrad Black

The Christmas Guest

Reba McEntire

Merry Christmas to You [1993]

1987

thousand bows of green and Conrad was 
Sitting with faces shining when he suddenly stopped as he 
Stitched a twine and he said "Old friends, it dawned

50 Bars

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

came through they hollored like, "Whattup Conrad?"
Grimy niggaz, they loved to get gully
Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies
The Lex

I told you I'm back like I never left
Crossed my path and you're playing with death
No regrets in the heart of young black intellect
You ain't

I Called on the Master

Eddy Arnold

When It's Round-Up Time in Heaven

1954

I CALLED ON THE MASTER
(Conrad Brady - Ralph Wingert)
« © '54 Public Domain » »

I called on the Master I said Lord help me to pray
For I'm that

the god
Shapelle a Queens Conrad
Yo run and come with the dime bag

Yo, Yo-Yo ayo I need dat
I got to smoke dat sell me some Chunky Black

So I could smoke

Match the Name With the Voice

Busta Rhymes

Genesis

2001

Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you

perk of being a veteran
Conrad Murray, I left employment in Neverland
Just to murder mics without Propofol, insert ampersand
Made men get initiated not

The Booklovers

The Divine Comedy

Promenade

1994

James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I'm a bloody boring writer...
Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough]
Edith Wharton: Well

Damn, i should've been on my way to prom
Life of a young black teen
Not my kids where the fucking vaccine
Streets turn some niggas to a crack fiend
Had

if she'd pull on my candle
I wanted the heat at the tip of my candle
Before I could even ask for a sample
God said "Black Daniels!"

Get low like my

the Story Goes
Conrad got the deals at the suite telly
Plus I'm typing with my left hand bitch I'm jelly
Green light pass go in some shell toes
Stainless

Love me like I's Conrad Birdie
Women wanna win
A date with me like Kim
Depending what she look like I might do it on a whim
Bitches only drown if

Conrads changing lanes
Then comes August
I met the baddest of em all
But I aint know I was dealing
With a broken heart
I know that she was using me
I didn’t

Blood of the Grape
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

It was cotton candy the first time I tried a bite 
Forbidden fruit on the track

Deceiver
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

Just a couple more days 
I don't want to wake up to this 
Spent too many hours in the power

the work in to be certain
The next shots the one shot you throw perfect
I'm Seeing these lines like Black Friday
I'm Leaving these guys way behind me
But if

I told that bitch I was real but she already knew it though
I got some dope coming black as a Oreo
Walk through my trap they like who is yo
Niggas

A check steady rolling know my lungs black mystical shit
Look at me like a mystery drop your lo' need to know where
You finna be with my bro all we know is

the black ranger
Mighty Morphin, uh elimination of corpses
We can do the floor seats
I'm surely not the shortest oh no
Paper chasing this is pocket change
But

this message like Panthers
I'm Bruce Wayne mixed with Luke Cage
You're more Sharpey in a Toupee
Rap's black swan, yeah no ballet
You're a rickshaw racin

no goals, we just fall through black holes 
no law, no roles, we´re the last lost souls
we fell asleep and thousand years went by
an endless sleep,