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hot does it have to be to catch fire?
The structure in the distance gave me hope

Buried 10,000 feet deep
Rise from my tomb
In darkness I creep
In

that which grieved us ten times more.
'l am willing to die,'this young man answered,

But to the topmast haste away,
For perhaps some help you may

One of my niggas gon drop him
He been playing with the digits
X'd out all the competition
Os are in my vision
See through all the fakes like silicon

of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you

Drug Insanity
by Zeefellaz (produced by Calidad)
(S. Williams, A. Ikechukwu, K. Ikechukwu)
INTRO
shey you dey whine me
you whine me, say you love me

Gangsta Gal

Spragga Benz

Gangsta Blues

2004

the clip while you a gwan, oil up the gun.
Mi a smile and hide the piece everytime we a pass the police.
Everything a run smooth but, if you ever get bite by

the dark

There was dream that I kept in a lamp oil jar
Buried in the yard by the swing set post
Written on the face of a jack of clubs
That i carried until

ten, and night shifts 'round the clock.
Loading the ships with the muck from the earth
Keeping machines running for all that they're worth
They shiver

this wasn't licensed by the Budos
Bands out of Staten moving gas off the gadgets
Make the pack gogo like Backyard
Big G in here you're no G in here nigga

How you doing in dallas babe are you feeling 10 feet tall?
Or are you feeling cooped up by all of those big high rise walls
I tried to make you stay

Grabbing the mic, I'm taking control
Always finding new ways to express this old soul
By the time it's said and done, I'll be dropping this tool

La-Di-Da-Di

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

listen
To what we say because this type of shit happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
Gave myself a (strech up), a mornin' yawn

Suburban trust fund kids and pseudo activists
Thinking they're on par with Dr.King or Malcolm X
From behind computer screens they're boasting bravery

ME c TEXT WHEN YOU FRESHEN UP
GIRL I'LL PULL UP WITH c COUPLE CHcRMS FOR Yc PcNDORc
OIL YOU DOWN BOOTY RUBS
EcT CHc PUSSY BEcT IT UP

LIL BcBY ScY SHE

Highway 10, twenty below
We're running late, running late for the show
Drive to survive, drive to arrive
If we put the hammer down we can make it

babies, all ten
In a stirring rush of intuition
Was it always easy listening to your insides?
I wonder all the time

I've been wondering more than usual

“Join Us (Born Rejects)”,  music and lyrics by Bar Code Born
-Intro
-Verse 1:
Uhh, we all hunger for more.    Ohh, who’s playing your score?
Look

Self Evident

Ani DiFranco

Peace Not War

2003

when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like

“Join Us (Born Rejects)”,  by BCB
-Intro
-Verse 1:
Uhh, we all hunger for more.    Ohh, who’s playing your score?
Look around are you even awake?

screamin' from your lungs
But they're within your amygdala
And so the emotions are out here leakin
But we got our oil checked, it was a ten minute speed

groaning and wounded by our greed
Her rivers are all dirty and she's starting to bleed
Her oceans are poisoned and oil blood sucked away
The air now full

Real name David king
I'm playing with the Harp, killing demons still
Anointed
Look the way the oil spill on my head
Should've known I was the chosen

(Yeah x3) 
Slap on some 808's I'll Vietnam it 
Year by year my stock is only rising 
They tryna pree a lick cause I'm a profit (prophet) 
Was round them

associates, afiliates

We have the lyrical enemy surrounded in all three fronts, we've obliterated the mediatic lies funded by childish circus of 

mainstream