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by a fucker name Carlton Jackson
Semi in the air imma blast em
You acting like you gonna get a answer
I'm back in the field i gotta eat some rations

on 'em, East Coast gusty, I'm rollin' and controllin'
It could be rainin' or snowin', if she breathin' then she hoein'
I'm smashin' for my ration, I'm

along way from eating rations
Oh these niggas got it started
Try not to go insane I'm just sitting in the rain with this pain
Slick got me singin la di da

Soothsayer

The Mars Volta

The Bedlam in Goliath

2008

Bended will
Take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

In a field of balding

get paid for real,
Catch me out In The playing field,
Where it ain’t safe for real,

We up and we taking flights,
Cut the price and we doing deals,

and my jumpsuit its on nike 
You cant cuff me up lil mama no you cant indict me 
Feenin I got her feenin she off a bean and 
Khapo in the field running

The Old Plantation

Wilco

Down With Wilco

2003

the lawns

Your floating jukebox stuck on "I'll get you"
So lost at sea yeah so lost at sea
You watch the rations you man the spyglass
So far from

Dirty Water

Guided by Voices

Earthquake Glue

2003

Mess me up scratch liquid
Field tested dirty water
Fell asleep and found it boat 

Cross my heart not to return 
Watch it burn dirty water all

there was nothing to do
But hide in our bunkers while the killings grew
And once a week I'd have to go outside
To gather the rations from the countryside

A self taught computer system, aye I be learning
To break you lurking niggas apart
For the rations y'all be hurtin
For...Ya for real
Cooking up meals

I keep checking the screen
Feeling like an addict
The electricity
We're caught between the static
Out of body
Electromagnetic field

Yeah
Fast pass

The Crazy Area

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot
Dangerous slums woods lost ?hoods burnt spots we live in
Killing fields death fills
Concrete

Talk To Big

Dave East

P2

2018

starving, they throw you rations
Wonder why his stomach grumbling
Shawty come from nothing, ain't never have shit
His father in the mountains, his mother

River

Slug

First Contact

2002

out across the field
And watch the horizon blossom to cop a field
Over the edge of the world
The one they're all afraid to walk
Ration out the why

be... Pouring out words In Patterns
Disturbed on Rations
But I see
Visions of me
Taking the thrown

You can live in heaven or hell
It's your choice
It's

coming
Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown
And the fruitful fields of England shall be trod by beasts alone

Wake, sleep, slave, keep equality, as we drive them

for these rations
All this debt with no payment
Show me the money baby
Only green that I see, is one that come
From the trees, uh
Prescribe me

the bando and you was in a gyals yard doing up chatting's
All of my dargs them patterned we don't know nothing about rations
What you know about stacking
If

Out in the fields eating strawberries
Like my name was Prince Harry
Eats only non-dairy products of the masses
Got the wood rolled so go light

it was a purple purple sky in an orange orange room
and everyone was whistlen the same damn tune
except bryan, bryan starred out across the field

ration
A bitter view has no field to call home
Deaf to the light, blind to the sage attainment
Bearing brassy redwood stems
And beholding steeply
Outlive

to play
I’m talking chopping you up
Blowing you up 
Leaving you in a field 
Of pretty wild flowers 
Yeah that’s just how I feel
And Stacy thats a little

The United States is fresh and full of vigor
I think this war has gone on too long
The Germans running out of resources
There finding it hard to to field

really got me worked
Why we bleeding the same
You won't ever find your purpose
staying dry in the rain
Stepping out into the field different type of pain