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brainwash you, you are only an animal destined for slaughter

Run, taking breath hoping to survive
here’s the helicopter coming to take you up the hill

Middle Of The Hill

Josh Pyke

Memories & Dust

2007

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill
Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle
And I still remember where I cracked my head
In

I'm battling me
Sometimes I end up the discrete
Stay far away cause I once was deceived
I never like climbing trees
Guess I do not have that monkey in

Tryin' to punch out all my life by fillin' up my lungs
The shit you call air but I call it death
Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin

Ain't no place fi beginner,
Tek yuh 3 point and nyam yuh dinner
Dawg eat dawg everybody is a killer

Up d hill wid a rolling stone,
Count hay with a fine

Name's Jaguar I hunt vermin
Show up at your door like Richard Sherman
My mind is a burden 
R.I.P to the GOAT Steve Irwin
Caught a bitch, shellder,

back

Time to run up in this motherfucker like I was them trump supporters
At the capital once I blow a fuse they wanna review a big top story
That they

'93 Chevy, red Chevelle, damn, nigga, what?
Turbo thrusters, main straight down the hill, feeling fuck
Playing chicken, doing burnouts, hitting

right
Hope you see me when you sittin at that red light
Hope you think about me when you at that intersection
Broadway and Cuba Hill girl I'm in this

a sucker eighty like Shocky
Pull up in the hood, four door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi, copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In

Like Guatemala 
Let me tell you bout the first L I took
Hated on a hater my hatred gru steve carell I'm shook
By these dope feens rolling deep like

Apple of My Eye

Big Boi

Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumours [LP]

2012

eye

In the beginning they say Eve bit it
They're still sinning
'Cause they letting every Tom Dick and Steve hit it
Therefore I'm quick to not

in a pack
Bitch, I'm Big Dze, nigga, I cannot lack I be huntin' for the cash
Run up for the fuckin' racks Ballin hard like Steve Nash
Niggas know I'm

Bad moon rising up over the hill
You can tell by the color it spills
Theres a spell in the air tonight 
But I'm not trying to lose my sight
Stop

the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who

Deep beneath the fallen leaves

The old tin roofs and the dead swamp trees

The sound of red bogs, rattlin' chains

Rebel flags by the dozen doin'

Issues
Written by: Corey Burney, Marsune Roe, Mantra 
Produced by: BeatsbyMantra

Locked my keys in the car 
I spilled coffee on my shirt 
I’ve been

by my side to see my timepiece
Feel like I'm four up in the final, that's a big sweep
Family business, I'm ridin' low like I'm Big Meech
Fuck a Vet

Red Flannel Pride

Tracking Deer Drinking Beer
At the river every Friday Night
With Diddy and the boys
In the sticks in the woods
The rolling hills

Some Bodies Gonna Get It [Mark Henry]

Three 6 Mafia

WWE: Wreckless Intent

2006

Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split

Beat 'em up

bumps (bbno$)
Jack and Jill, up a hill, baby tryna get a mil' (bbno$)
Mary had a little lamb, I really do not fuck with Xans (bbno$)
She callin' me

looked up and down the hill,
he disappeared and only white light remained

rain let up The sky is pink purple and red
I was gray before I saw the sky

Now

Living in Beverly hills
My house made up of dollars and bills
Seeing the world through a diamond lens
My friends no joke they are super rich folks

the passing of my uncle Steve
I’ve been bumped up in our family tree
He was the patriarch—Abrahamic
Need to be chilling in a hammock
Pressure on me
Don’t you