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Book Of Rhymes

Nas

Original Album Classics

2014

threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I

on Ride the Lightning

The halls of Valhalla are for those who die at sea 
No bailiffs, no bankers, in general No Pussies
Heaven for the slaughterer

Dem Crazy

Stephen Marley

Black and White

2000

more
When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor

[stephen marley]
Dem crazy, dem crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough

Chorus 2x:

hard
 
A bolt of white lightning shot out of the sky
Struck down in a village called Peniman's Eye
It punctured a whole there in time's sturdy back

disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico

"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are

ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all

Big beautiful eyes
if I look too long, I might capsize
If I could locate your thighs
I'd give you something to remember me by

Vixen of the Deep
Oh,

the demons call, she chases those bastards away
We make our home in the harbor now, not far from the Valley of Thunder
The blessings we've received

Protected by Cat's and Komatsu's, shaded by the trees
In a city not far from the Maginot line
Stands an olive, suffocated by wisteria vines
So long, poor

all those bastards,bigots and bullies
And the 1 percent who rule the land
Lets bounce right up like a fist in their face
What a fucking disgrace

Doowutchyalike

Digital Underground

Sex Packets

1990

go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all get

Pain is what they do to me I know poor baby I been saying peace Lord I might go crazy
Send a angel as a life guard maybe black and proud to be 
I

people a day last year were killed by the police state
Those who are dead are predominantly poor, black, brown and red
Fascism's in our face saying it's

War and famine
Made for the rich mans pockets
Starving those in need
No man standing
Launching their bombs and rockets
Watching the world bleed

We are

to thy black den, there keep it sure
Where thou ten-thousand souls dost tire upon
Yet all do not afford such food to thee
As this poor one, the worser part

the devil by the hand

"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
The red sun scowls

Ballad for Americans

Paul Robeson

Ballad for Americans

1993

It was "Liberty or death." 

What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days? 

Nobody who was anybody

the bastards
If they both run at us
Theres the bastards
Best flows but I might go to techno
Go to tesco while I bumb tiesto
Black trueno but I leave the rest

Freight Train

Marty Brown

Wild Kentucky Skies

1993

count each car as she rolled on by
And dream someday about taking a ride
If I could only touch her and know she was real
Feel that coat of iron

opportunity
With all, bastards against us, in one single room
Of all, the bastards against us, in one single room
Let the red run, "redrum" backwards
Can also

me mesmerized
Thunder roars and lightning strikes
Draped in black, in the dark we're disguised
Finally reached the place after a long drive
Walked

an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have

A black day, lost in the seas
in the fires of hell that made me cry ...

And a few days later I met a devil
and in his sad look, I saw a life go by

all those birthed in poor vigor
Shall be exiled from life and fed at the pit of blazarian cove
Worshipped under the axemoon
Starvation forever
Taking