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in the coupe, yeah (bop)
I got on it, put my bros in the loop
.30 hangin' out the Glock, D. Rose how I shoot (bop, bop, bop bop)
My youngin got

Even though I'm old as Moses
Those commandments he proposes
They don't end up in a bed of roses
Let's be bad!

Your head is spinning
But I'm just

Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)
Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold
Leave your ho 'cause she might get stole
I was out

die Skotte
Soek nog n whiskey vir die slotte
En die manne van die Iere
Plant net bomme by hul bure
En die manne van die Rose
Speel soos manne met

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

The Folk Collection, Vol. 2

1995

Willie sits in his stable door
And he's combing his coal-black steed
And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love
And his heart began to bleed
Give

Canes while I'm watchin' Raising Kanan

And Rose ain't never been heartbroken by a broke bitch
I'm on some Alexander Wang shit, you on some Coach shit

grew in a new way

After the fire stopped blazing from the bombing of our island
I wonder if my Nana started smiling
Did she feel liberated by the end

to make it all better
Fuck it
This is by far the hardest song to write
There's so many things I wanna say but I cant
Maybe if I sing it loud enough the wind

Sing in Arabic

One shinning day
Was if time froze
Thousands await
As the Prophet he rose
Did the mountains tremble
From the weight of his words

Black Rose

Ghetts

Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament

golden (so golden)
I need you golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
Black rose

When you was doing light skin vs dark skin
Some was doing white

and see
Everything that there is
Was once made by someone
Just as sad  as you may be 
One day some day
We are here, in this time
Space and place
We are

Merchant of Metaphors

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

jet contrails so long that

It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
To fast track

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,

at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van

uhh, feeling like yeah
A billy in the bank on a paid vacation 
And my bank is black and my niggas made it
A kodak for sue
Looking at my life like this is

on my cheek, cant trust what i feel
cchilles and jesus betrayed by a heel.
Caesar and brutus, ambition don't kneel,
c stage in the play, cant trust its

I stood there and I waited
Looked into the black abyss of my pupils, and thought to myself- what is this thing that We call life
When we baptize

blurred
My life's a mess, I kinda like it
Blinded by the light, j'pourrais pas mieux d'mander, man
Axl Rose is the god of rap
Les fuckboys mangent un

for real
This shit be givin me chills im by my lonely
Cause all these rap niggas phoney
New niggas dare they won't clone me
Don't need no homies
I need

pathway not a pipeline
Became a Disciple of a discipline that unheard by
Blacks, Latinos, Indigenous populations
Who's ancestry starts with the land before

valuable then the history that is in the book.]

[Benefit]
I speak to a chosen few
Who impose a view
Held by common man, my proposal grew
I love independent

Rose, kissed by a rose, while I'm Seal
But from L.A. to Modesto
You can get an OverDoz. of me, I'm a Desto
Been fresh though since I was beating

Sunz of Man Court

Shabazz the Disciple

The First Testament

1999

sacrificin, babies on the altar
I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted
and unmercifully slaughtered
Loud screams echo, skulls of angry

still crying but, um, I don't know

She's crying on the floor, on the floor, does he miss me?
Little black dress to impress, kinda ditsy
The girl next