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This is the song that I was born to make
My shine is something you thought was yours to take
But by the end of this you're gonna give me my flowers

Yeah there's rules to this shit code
If it’s Spax then it's gotta be a
Respect loyalty and honor
Rules that we play by
Know the streets watching so

roar from another place
Ideals shattered, ""where to now?
Love's the polar star
I set my compass El Matador wondering where you are.
That iridescent

dropping deep knowledge
In me
Motivated, focused, my vision isn't blurry, I learnt to work on me, and to control my fury

Taken over by my inner self,

The C-Quel

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by

[U-God:]
Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar
Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour
Human cannonball, matador

White Flag Warrior

Tim McIlrath

White Flag Warrior

me to follow their path to the afterlife

I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by

New metaphors

dreams like inception
I can tell you a leech, just by ya aura
All you do is make up shit like Sephora
Sly Devil, on the side, tryna swipe shit, swipe shit

up my jaw (wire up my jaw)
I fell asleep in the backseat
Fuck, it was so sweet
I ran a red like I saw a matador, yeah
The sun might melt
Whilst

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

the mold
By any mean necessary Malcolm in his prime
Messianic verses turning water into wine
A martyr for my people put my body on the line
Here to open up

She Took Us To The Places Where The Sun Sets

Current 93

Birth Canal Blues

2008

glass stinks with ash
In the broken windows
Remembered bodies
Fill the streets with novels
And the brave boys pass by
In brave pontoons
And mark graves

the plane, by land

Aye
Aye

Runnin' wit the bulls Motherfucker
It's the matador
I can't get it
Now I get it
From attic to the floor
Behind all these swine

on the trigger ay
Y’all triggered by the realest ay
No mercy when they test me
Y’all got me trigger....trigger


Finger on the trigger ay
Y’all triggered by

and red
Pencil lead
Where we going every night?
Grabbing shawty by the hand
From the land
Outta sight
Started from the ground
Now we up on different heights

Lately I've been motivated by my younger friends
Put more effort in, my passion really tapping in
Tryna be a better man, Tryna build a better version

The Carnage

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray

2003

brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might

Cooking up
Little nigga I was starving
Dodging the bull like a matador
I got the sauce and
The seasoning baby
u know the vision is tunnel
I was chasing

Davenport
Confused and hurt, hunger had me madder
than a matador
When being impaled by the bullhorn
My lucid verses become the outlet of my scorn
I felt like

zůstat doma
Miluju být tam kde ty
Miluju když jsem offline
Miluju slunce, hvězdy

Dneska lost, zítra found
Matador, pro můj crowd
Není blood, jako blood

Yeah Ok
Go Easy on I
Go easy on we
Go easy on thy
Go easy on me
Affected by the glitz
Belair rich kids listless as shit
Bel-view meds keeping hope

By the river through cobwebbed crannies we crawl
Up against them all
Under bridges and over graffitied walls
We sin and fall
All our craving our

the correlation
Tellin' to stay pure while
Sanitizin' the airwaves
Or balancin' an act while never
Gettin' the narrow way
Surrounded by some danger everywherе I

whoa, seems you already had some
I'm just really try'na have fun
Is you down, is you down, is you down
I can tell by the way, by the way that you smile
Do