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Purgatory

UnotheActivist

Limbus, Vol. 2

2018

with the jesters
Poppin' that shit, I do not want to lecture
Custom new Rick just for the texture
Front me a brick, he told me keep the extra
I keep

King Kunta
Huey Newton
Open season
Ducks in a row
Ready to hunt 
You been set up
By ya own people's
Fienin' just for a lil come up
Because the blacker

Put down my guard
Let the rain rush in
Look to the road
Got a traveling jones
Gone to sea full of mystery

Pick up my hat
Suitcase too
Saw the bridge

when I married dis paper 
Dez hataz looked at me funny
You ain't surround wit real
Cuz you rock'n wit fakes
If you ain't bout yo money 
Bitch I can't

of those 

c shame when I get bored alone 

Income my happy pill, what up to ms Norah Jones 

Bank account looking like please leave dior alone 

Credit line

you want, just make sure your lips ain't chapped when you kiss my ass
Snooping you giraffing
I'm passing y'all
All my homies who passed I call
They

(oi), a bloody dying man (oi)
Haji was alone (oi) and abandoned by his band (oi)
Trevor was there fading (oi) and still so full of hate (oi)
When

Lamb of Nothing

Cage

Kill the Architect

a green cross
You could be Jim Jones or David Koresh
Be like L. Ron Hubbard just like Joseph Smith
Millions of people on Earth could follow a flying turd

Pagans

Bugzy Malone

Walk with Me

2015

unemployed
And I'm just filling up banks like Lloyd
When I was on the roadside I was employed
Licking off shots in the clod, getting annoyed
Riding around

How you like me now ?
I'm off to hustle in the sun if I'm down and out
Quick change, switch names, now I'm Brando Flux
Low Lifes sport a tux when we're

tag
Jones, Jeudy, Jag' fast
Been doin' it since a young age
Bitch, I'm a nigga you won't fade
Chillin' in the basement, just me, Anthony
And Vontе get

Right On

Pain

Punk Rock Strike

2002

yeah, yeah, yeah
Not just because it was tough, But the way his country eventually sold him out
I think of what must have been his immense frustration.

Had one lover all my life, he left me high and dry
And after I cried all my tears, I learned how to get by
Well there's been old friends to ease my

the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"

feel the sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
Making music that nobody would hear

{verse}
We can be just like a sandwich, like ham on rye
We eye to eye, we thigh to thigh, girl when I'm inside
I'm trying to work it and jerk it

Home

Marc Broussard

Live at the World Cafe, Vol. 20

2005

Could feel the sun about to rise,
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope,
Making music that nobody would

Home

Marc Broussard

Bootleg to Benefit the Victims of Hurricane Katrin

2005

Could feel the sun about to rise,
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope,
Making music that nobody would

absolutely nothing
From the mess in my head I was caught up in
Listening to Norah Jones 
Making out before another year with all these shows 
And this time

absolutely nothing
From the mess in my head I was caught up in
Listening to Norah Jones 
Making out before another year with all these shows 
And this time

one-two-three

(We're here)
First name Jerry, last name Jones
I went to his house in Cleveland Road
Knocked on the door and got no reply
Jerry didn't know he was

home, home, home
Could feel sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
Just me and my daddy and a kid named Cole
Playing music that nobody