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In the event of my demise

If I should die before I awake
let my family be straight of the money I make
Give my son, what he needs, other than his
to bind us
Trapped in this cage
It defines us

for
A fairer future
These flags we burn
In the name
Of 'civilization'
Repression
Unlearn

I walk this
What were gonna do right here, is go back
Go back to the essence
What were gonna do right here, take it back to the basics

Prisons that are made by
hold-a-me follow me come to me bet on me come beside-a-me and talking toxic
What's your name, your claim to fame GIRL
You make me feel like heaven
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent
To throw them off the scent
Just let them guess, it's what they expect
Who in the world has bitten her
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent
To throw them off the scent
Just let them guess, it's what they expect
Who in the world has bitten her
and show off, and throw off the law
Turn, send ten shows that'll burn 
what's left is a muthafuckin dent in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit
everyday for 
Look at me and it's what I stay for 
A little locket of fantasy 
That we believe in 

Lilacs and contraband 
I've got Santa Monica in my
everyday for 
Look at me and it's what I stay for 
A little locket of fantasy 
That we believe in 

Lilacs and contraband 
I've got Santa Monica in my
This is a test
Of the boogie down production
Prevention against sucka MC's
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed
Comes the time of fear and pain
The human race is bleeding away!
The earth covered by ashes and flesh
Dying in terrible decay
Freezing winds freezing
the blood out of innocent babies like I was drinkin' banana Nutraments
What up niggaz?
The name's Pestilence arch nemesis
References in pages of Revelations
the commercial
I don't care what I've missed
These wire taps and satellite maps
Can't touch my right to exist

So "not in my name" but they buy us the same
Will
Without sayin' a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it, what you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically
I wish that your headaches would subside, my friend
And that your healing isn't just a case of double contact lens
I've got my name down for table
and show off, and throw off the law
Turn, send ten shows that'll burn 
what's left is a muthafuckin dent in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit
girl

I won`t tell you again
What do you gain
By blackening her name
She`s smarter than you
Oh isn't it a shame
You`re gonna lose that sulky girl

Sulky
up and broken
Frightened and dazed

Lying on the table in this unfamiliar place
I'm greeted by a stranger, a man without a face
He said, "Son do
Every year I drive out to Cape Cod for the last part of June
Leave the city by 10, then you're there in the late afternoon
On the way, there's
sweatly clothes, pile up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy now baby I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
I
Designered by all the best things in life are free
I do this for my little brother, Lyvonte
Bitch my flow 'picante' and this is just the entree
I'mma do what
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
[Chorus x2]
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline (x2)

[Slimkid3]
Who could believe in you if what you say isn't true
If
coffins
Stare at a future so toxic
No trust in the dust of a promise
Won’t mark the name on a ballot
So they can be free to devour our options
And just
a nation who promised us to help
Homeless begging in the street, children dying everywhere
Scared to take a breath of all this toxic air

It's a sick sad