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single man woman and child
We could have been in Germany as peace loving Jews
Exterminated by the evil in world war 2
We could have been in the twin towers

the criminals
Have a opp killed by a 9, popping champagne at your funeral

Tell niggas get it in blood like a ritual
Five hour trips, turn two into four, six into

can't, I would be outside

Pull out, game so strong, them bitches turn blind (Ouu)
These niggas, they can't compare cause they don't know my side (uh huh)

that lil' hoe by the hair, come put that pussy down
If it's good, I throw a hundred bands on, still got racks, hoe
Niggas sayin' that I'm was broke like

One two step hit em with the layup-
Close range how ima shoot the k bruh
Before I front him gon have to check his pay stub
If he ain't have my money

on
And I keep that tool on if a nigga wanna move on
I've been waitin' on my chance for too long
I've been too strong, and in my mind, I just can't move

man, A.R., I trust
And my man's a gunsmith, he go by Toys R Us
And this shit too strong, bro, this boy need cut
I'm God's son with a plan, I don't know

fuckin' nation

Persuaded
By television
Some fuckin' music
Headphones

That got drilled into their fuckin' heart
Head like a drill sergeant
Hmm
Yeah

I'm

deep
Never knew that honing my craft is somewhat hard to keep
Now I'm twenty-two, no other clue just as I'm writing this
Citrus lemon floating in my

A heart-stopping performance

Verse 2:
With every leap and turn, they light up the sky.
Their energy is contagious, reaching high places.
Through black holes

all the things
Are getting on
You look so beautiful
And you know, yeah
Fuck up,
I want to kill that vibe
Wearing your skirt black
As a sixty nine
Hold

[Verse]
In the dawn's early light, they're grazin' out back,
With coats like the sunset, in chestnut and black,
From the plains to the mountains,

at the centre yes my life is glorious

Verse 2

Who’s rapping it’s me and my bigger bros going off
Who’s capping if they say we ain’t got the bars or good enough

Dark openly, gamma rays washed over me
Fidgets with hidden crest
The fickle house guest giving heartfelt thanks
Titanic sank 'cause black people

and the road never taken
I connect the two if it's my last undertaking
The people here could have been painted by francis bacon
And now they're all fading away,

Ontogeny of Behavior

Cephalic Carnage

Anomalies

understand what's going on?
The sky is black
The sun won't shine

Rabies in the air
We're too naive to even care
When dogs attack, the force is strong

have two of ya
Got me dreaming bout the things that I would do for ya
The type of girl to make me get a tattoo for ya
The type of girl to make me get

the black Pamela Anderson, Barb Wire or similar
crisp, like a gold plated dessert eagle she dealt with ya
sky's the limit, a lady thug underneath
watch all

some double plus un-good news

VERSE 1:
Cops are shooting good men dead
Too Black to live they're filled with lead
Home from school but car broke down

a black hole now
But it just leaves a shell of your body and sucks your soul down
And when you try to escape, you gotta grow lots
Most of us stuck in our

URTHBOY
HOW FAR WE’VE COME

Lyrics
T. Levinson

Producer
Sulo

Additional Production
Pip Norman

Guest vocalist
Patience Hodgson (recorded by Samual

Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product

Boom Bow!

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

[Chorus 2X]
Boom bow, my style be oww
I be comin down wit that funky Shao'

[King Just]
Boom bow, my style be oww
On the real, who can fuckin freak

Pride of the Summer

Runrig

Cutter and the Clan

1987

of the summer that year
She was my sweetheart, my lady
We walked the black rock
And we stopped by the loch
It's good to be young and daring
Beat the drum
Beat