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We Bury the Hatchet

Garth Brooks

This Is Garth Brooks

1992

out 
Hey, we got enough on each other 
To wage a full scale war 
If we could ever remember 
What we were fightin' for 
We bury the hatchet 
But

u doing?)
I'm bringing it back to basics
I'm picking my brain with my momma (do that)
I hate to work minimum wage
I got me a scale for a dollar

the legs
Death is the least you get
Nigga minimum wage
They rate me on a scale of 10 from 1
But I'm 11 over 10, I'll remain the one
The fans fell in love

Bradford born and raised
Got a ring stays, on my left, wage
Was Bradford born and made
In Gib babe where the family
Are chillin' on the shore for

got two Georgia State bitches
They hittin' my phone and I'm having my way
One of em fuck me so good I might take that lil bitch out of minimum wage
My

Heaven out of Hell, earn wages
Come on quirky pay me now
I got eighteen holes I'm goin' pow, pow, pow
And there ain't no music finer
She's a damn good song

and taste it
Still pay wages did it in stages
One for the wait cos he's been there ages
I'm the youngest in charge and I'm taking the Crown
Got them youngers

I cannot settle for minimum wage City's the court I'm making plays Never been shook never been fazed I am a crook I'm stuck in my ways Never been 1

make a heaven outta hell earned wages;|Come on clerky, pay me now!|I got eighteen holes a-goin' 'pow, pow, pow!'|And there ain't no music finer,|She's

alliance
So give up the working, if it's not worth the wage
I just wanna do the right thing for the first time these days
I used to love the giving, for one

Niflheim land of enchanted frost
Where bitter winds howl and freezing rivers run
Where eternal winter wages war against the sun
Niflheim forever clad

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales

E Pluribus Unum

The Last Poets

The Prime Time Rhyme of the Last Poets, Vol. 2

1996

corporations wage the Devil's wars!
Thirteen stripes on the eagle's shield!
And these are the symbols on the US seal!

Now on the front of the dollar bill

of knowledge tipping the scale
I'm just raising a vail just trying dodge heaven and hell
Find the balance In this world that we livin' in
Caught up in the swell

real clear about one thing
Fuck the king
He's not my king

It's not free market capitalism when the scales are tipped
So 99% of new gains go to the 1%

the third seal
I heard the third living creature say come
I looked and there before me was a black horse
Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hands

bitch like a slave
Run up on me get you sprayed
Trap in the streets like a cave
It’s just the way that we raise
Can’t live off no minimal wage
Talk

yeah that’s true
But that aint all im into 

I'm talking more than just some minimum wage
Its like im stuck in a cage, and I aint ever been the type

decisions that he made
Families were fed on a fisherman's wage
He knew exactly when, lines came off the dock
He'd tell us when to start and knew right when

My new thing is coffee in the booth
Yeah yeah yeah
I brought the loud all in my backpack
I scale you out a quarter to a fat sack
Have a hit of this

If you want to make money you
Have to get paid at scale
Why you that's accountability
At scale that's leverage
You getting paid as opposed

to wild in court
I ain't payin' you shit, just bein' honest
Bitch, I sell dope
What wages they 'bout to garnish?
I do this for the hustlers that
Get in

average folk
The division divide decisions, they rather split the vote
One sided scale selling packages that's under weight
Jail, Bail, created same

(Hmm)
(How they gone try to count me out?)
(Shit crazy)
(Hmm)
(Whole time)
(Can't even put me on a scale to weigh)
I'm off the charts, way too heavy