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This modern art that I spit
It's not no bullshit, and colossal
So pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball out
Cause when I bomb on these niggas

of winter covered
this land, through the kingdom of Mercea, through--
GUARD #1:  Where'd you get the coconut?
ARTHUR:  We found them.
GUARD #1:  Found them?

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

As they plan destruction and gain respectability,
We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.


*
We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this

and feet
This boy whose name was Brian
And he grew, grew, grew and grew
Grew up to be
Yes he grew up to be
A teenager called Brian
A teenager called Brian

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave

advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand

lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This

Untouchable

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

Uh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Nah mean? We untouchable, baby

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads

And we have to make middle America strong

"So, I had the balls, because I have enough
Balls to put on this hat i mean
This Adidas thing made
Me

down everyone
We'll reach in our hearts, change and let us go
We'll rise the story, and reclaim what's over
We'll rise shadows, no more living inside

wear" only meek is stretched
Out in the seat behind us, fast
Asleep and snoring lightly with his mouth
Open occasionally we hit a bump
And he wakes up

our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get

isn't so. 

We had a falling-out, like lovers often will 
And to think of how he left that night, 
it still brings me a chill 
And though our separation,

Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick

Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so
Goodz puts his drink down

We up here doin' this like
You ain't get trashed already
Smack

you arrested!" We said, "Go ahead!
We're having our drink anyway." We'd already finished half by this... we were 'faced!
Gets off at Jersey.... yes, you

just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's

And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart

wanna work it out with his chick and I wouldn't change her
Me I rather swap out a bitch i exchange her
Then I go and plan us a trip and don't bring her

of the speech most memorable
And so can we 
(Switch this up and mix this up maybe we can change this rearrange this all all)
Maybe rearrange this
Painters of that

here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound

UGH! Why don't you LOSE?!

I must follow orders
Get stronger, fighting through the horror
I've learned to be this
Puppet for the monster we wouldn't