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way
I removed the scum of the earth
Intervention is on it's way
Now you face your judgement day

Vengeance is mine
Lynch mob
Your day has arrived
(Claire Lynch/Mark Fair)
Tomorrow brings another town
We'll be on our way
We'll hit the road and have a song
Then there'll be nothing to say
For
Claire had all but given up,
When she and Edwin fell in love.
She touched his face and shook her head,
In disbelief, she sighed and said:
"In
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath
Claire had all but given up,
When she and Edwin fell in love.
She touched his face and shook her head,
In disbelief, she sighed and said:
"In
I'm dedicated
All my life in me
And made of light
Our sun is growing
Like in the heart of some of us
I pray

And by the lynch
You will discover
This
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him.

Let us dance beneath
on the front lawn
I come by to turn the sprinklers on
Just tryin' to keep up the place
Get a knuckle sandwich right in my face
Kill my tenant
He ain't worth
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him.

Let us dance beneath
they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass
target
Hooked up with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
You know the motherfucker did it

[Judge] 
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

(Some guy laughs)

[Bizzy Bone]
We had
Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he
uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players
a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel Gabriel said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no face, speakers with no lace
I feel that
ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
We got problems in the streets again
Drowning in the violence, it's getting pretty tense
A lot of hunger in the faces I see
A lot of bitterness,
I'm gettin shucked like corn
Bein' drug through the town, face down
To the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob
vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
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