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No we must see him.
Mandy:        Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2:   We were led by a star.
Mandy:        Led by a bottle, more

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any

can care less what the fuck they did to Pac
They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop
But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch
That mean you was out here

Her Imagination

Soft Cell

Soul Inside

1984

your wedding dress
Great expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls like any ordinary
Little girl

Candle light
Candle bright
Won't you light my

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

your wedding dress
Great expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls like any ordinary
Little girl

Candle light
Candle bright
Won't you light my

majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
DENNIS:  --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!  I

done, I'll say no mas
But when I pass it to Mayer, it ain't no John, woah!
This little drummer boy is a star, feel like a newer Ringo
Been a body built

Grin (Little Moron Grin) 
Words and Music by David J Waterman. @ Hospart.co.uk 2010.

Little Moron see he carries a knife, he does'nt care that it

me sixteen
96 bars of revenge i'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one man

named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,

named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,

And I'm freaked out the more I realize
It's gone now, but sometimes

I wanna be
Sixteen at the park, parked in your dad's car
Dreamin', gonna grow up,

a FaceTime boy
And throw me out

So every night my heart says
Take a little step, step a little bitty closer
Take a walk, do a dance, let me know that it ain't

Becoming more of myself
Less of a lemon tree
Less of a
Lonely little boy
In a little room
Lonely little boy
Surrounded by blue
Lonely little boy
He knows

Life Goes On

Fat Joe

Loyalty

2002

And Life Goes On

[Chorus]
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
(was she a little more), ha ha
Yeah, huh,

including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never

stunned leave em shook
So It's no wonder why this boy was robbing niggas with hooks
Never disrespect my sixteens the intellect of real emcees
We keep it

Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate

Khaled...we're looking at another win!

You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my

that it fades
A little bit more every day
Until the day It's been replaced
By animosity
This garden sown between us
From seeds that we believed in
Too

a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than