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Until I'm making something happen gotta stay on track
Living under the sun amongst the stars where I wanna be
I'm calling home tell my family that I found

Trapped under lock and chain
Everybody, everything looks the same
Reaching so far away
Weren't meant to ever stay
Walking on broken glass
Not

love, only you and me

Love
Love

No way out, no way back, we're going on the same track
Under the sky, under the sun, the party has just begun
No way

of sleep in the next room

The same two tracks have been
Playing on loop for
Several minutes, as Meek and
Nicki Minaj, his girlfriend, argue
Gently over

to Summer Breeze
Dodge subterfuge
Keep it under me
Some must think it's fun to lose
Wanna battle me
Scorpion Fatality
Done by Dick Dastardly
Make another

A warm wind slides through the desert
Tumbleweeds slowly roll their way
In the merciless sun
Dead quiet, motionless, the lizard
Under the spell

(I'm for real real)
Yeah
Prince Cat-Eyez
(I'm for real real)
Marshall Park Entertainment baby
Yo Jazz, you crazy for this track boo (I'm for real

Pot smoking, quite apart from being illegal
Is a problem
The psychological dependency generated by pot
Is probably it's greatest danger
Plus the fact

make them cry for me

Please sincerely Ameri

(Produced by Tim Phelan)
Drums- Tim Phelan
Guitar- Brendan Gilman
Bass- Brendan Gilman

Track 4. Pretending

ahead 
Turn the volume up. 
Break the dial
Until the sun comes up.

I swear it by the old gods and the new
Before your eyes we became living proof.
I'm

the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide

Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,

running with we get back or stepped on
Uhh
No we ain’t like them other guys
No we ain’t like them other guys
The sun is down, the moon is high
Conceal a jar

Mind over Matter

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what

assassin script, not pacifist, pass a fist, like olive oil
Fluid fat, IVs stat, Roman match, Caesar track, a cross laid flat in solid soil
Under the sun I

Father to only my chemistry
Raised by a single mother
Only child no brothers
Stayed inside under covers
Rope tied round my curtain rail for comfort
Saw

can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

where I was
when I was 20 or 17 or 23.
The disinterested sun would still rise every morning
same as now.  Dawn was loud.
I took my breakfast to the couch

the sunset (I just wanna see the sunset)
And go through the sun breeze with you (With you)
Now, tell me, would you like that?
Uh, yeah
We can make love by

somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo 
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its

Suffered a lot of damage
Especially when you go from the top
Hundred charts to the bottom bracket
And land in the same catalog
As Math Hoffa's garbage track

just survive, In this world, we strive to thrive. Hands held high, under the same sky, Singing our dreams, letting hate fly by.

In a world full

On the Boulevard

Dr. Dre

The Wash

2001

and Snoop stayin' multi

My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin'

You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho'
I can see you walkin' under

under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,

callous eyes, hateful and serpentine

The last body left to fall sat upon Perceval
Condemned by the same sun, waiting for the whip to run
Hands like