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Future Thug

Redman

Chilltown, New York

2004

the Range Rover, the Beatle (uh)

I'm in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A-Town
When I touch down amid grounds
Me and L-Dub and Redman, that's

Better ask about me I'm a certified threat
I'm the young king I just ain't put on my crown yet
Bitch I'm the young king I just ain't put on my crown yet

exorcism
Casting out the wicked me
Mourning my ruination
Possessed by my own ghost
A rusted razor exorcism
Casting out the wicked me

Dead to the world
Is

My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores
Stand up high in the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course for

Man down
Before we get another
Man down
Let's hear it for our brothers
Man down
There's no need to keep it all inside
Man down
Don't you live by

People who live in glass houses
Like to throw stones and get upset about it
I'm one of the people who live in brass hearses
I'm casting spells

By Geoge

Marty Stuart

Country Music

2003

that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy 
We danced the hoochie-coochie,

Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York

I was

How can a young man cleanse his way
By taking heed according to your word
With my whole heart, I have sought you
Oh, let me not wander from your

hell
Yeah, straight into

Bury me in a grave
With all the reviews critics gave
Like a direct to DVD sequel I've been shelved
With the trembles

Grovel on the ground and exhibit your woes to me
Bargain with your master who beholds your agony
Your gods are made disciples by the idol in disguise

Come on in take a seat, the casting couch awaits
Settle in, feel the heat, tell me what’s your name
Do you know what’s in store, do I need to give

life
Do I turn left or turn right
Was too blinded by the spotlight
I cannot trust in material things And everything that all those things bring
What good

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

give
With no regards
I’m scarred 
By all the frauds

So now I’m screaming loud
The roaring from the crowd
They tryna take the crown 
But I can’t let em

snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be

eyes

You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by, one by, one
One by, one by
You should see me in

something ain’t right
It seemed like a dream to me
As far as my eyes could see

CHORUS 1
It was falling..
Burning of the crown ... the crown
It was falling..

I ain't gone worry
I know how to live
Do that in a hurry
Like something gone give
Mama done told me
It ain't worth the risk
The people that know me

He crushed its head in the morn
‘Cause my father’s the king
I don’t need a crown made of dust
He gave me imperishable wealth
I don’t need no treasure

Norwegian crowns
Jeg er redd, jeg innrømmer det
Jeg vil ikke se filmen om mitt liv i reprise på
TV3
Eller straight to DVD, men hei
Alle elsket meg som

a man I've grown to hate?
And I can drive you by where I learned to curse
He's got his creased dress whites in an all black hearse
Why's the green more

How U Ridin'

Webbie

Savage Life

2005

take off them twenties and put them big 23's on

Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them

Casting my stone bad to the bone
No matter what, I'm on top
Double drop there's no stopping me, no
Wine turns to blood 
I am the drug 
Rule by decree, take