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of a little Italian farm. Which, just for a day, found itself in the front line. At that moment it was simply point 098524, where two German machine guns had

When I say I'm in my bag, it's Goyard
When I get that foreign all cash, I'ma floor it
It's gone be me and my machine, I'll call Florence
From Italian

chill (man)
You either play this shit perfect or you go to jail
From hopin' I ain't got no warrants to Florence, Italy tourin'
Machine and the King,

THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE

Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound

You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time

you, your sides so fucking curvy
Let me in, baby, you know me, Johnny Curly
Arctic Monkeys playing in the other room
Vinyl, don't let the dogs in
My

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time

Every day I'm on a mission get ya (Sean Jones)
Every day I'm on a mission get ya
Every day I'm on a mission get ya
Every day I'm on a mission get ya

never be around

Do you see now?
You're three feet off the ground
You better be prepared now
The new days are written by your hand
You have the rights

on the block Florence we bang
One, two, three shots to his brain
What can i say with my gang how we made
Bouncin on beats i make their body sway
Don't fuck wit

mean like a virgin to dick
But got mad machines like Florence, then?
What're your influences?
Tell me, what are your beliefs?
Do you compare Martin

isn't that the game
"But who do we follow?"
Yeah I need a name:
Florence & Fauna? (Too machine)
Torrents of Water? (Too piracy)
I dunno who I am, let's

Every day I'm on a mission get ya (Sean Jones)
Every day I'm on a mission get ya
Every day I'm on a mission get ya
Every day I'm on a mission get ya

reigning supreme, and Just get employed
Their cursed with fate, they don't see
I Learn through pain, I don't grieve
My birthdays been cursed days since

Now they sayin' aye look
We needa talk
Yeah Nah
When feds wanna take out the tape
And press record
Yeah Nah
Machine on a opp fill him up bra
Friends

dreams
Really cut ties cause I been on the road
My mama saying son focus on you
Cause one day they might turn they back
And ask you what have you done for

I'm working in a factory, 10 hours every day
In the next town over, 20 miles away
Trading time for money, running a machine
Trying to get my piece

no way to know where to go on your own but
Maybe we'll find a way

Call in sick today
On The Big Day
Holiday, Green Day
Red letter day, hump day
Dog

Arrival In Utopia

Hawkwind

Angels of Death

1986

the air
Dreamed of steel and glass and wire
Of days of wine and nights of fire
Dreamt of dogs that talked like boys

Of girls who flew, of unnamed joys

pastel
Push a gold plated 'Rari
A thousand bricks cracked the last scale
Servin' all nights, fiends up
Three days no sleep, I gotta re-up
KAWS painting

train dogs to relax I too needed ease

Sir sir what's this box? this gentleman is Turing machine
I worked for the government situated at Park Bletchley
I

even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
C'mon fella, you don't want the dog

All the windows tinted on the rodeo machine
Let the buckle floss let it gloss when i lean
And i'm rolling with the homies got some dogs on the scene

Untouchable

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
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