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I collapsed again we ain't friends take a tent
I've already over bled now I'm sick of seeing red
Can you take your life instead Cause you know you

I'm Gonna Change My Ways

Peter Case

Let Us Now Praise Sleepy John

2007

One, two, three, four

Well, I started out 'neath the spring
And smoke down a gravel road where the gate was broke
I reached her house, saw

rays with open arms and closed souls. Waiting for the ice raid, to go home and to never come back over. Moses still standing there with the red cherry in

Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time,

and accept it 
Gunna change this place 
One step at a time 
This soldier ain't getting in line 
The future's all about your design 

And I paint with colour

down by the Derwent-side
It's here I'll carry out my trade away from prying eyes
And make my blades the colour of the north-west Durham skies

There's

where I first saw Mary
On that roadside, pickin' blackberries
That summer, I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my

wonna play no more
I just wonna dream a lot
Suck my dick you hoe
In my dreams
All I see is colours
Crazy colours
You don't want no part
You just want

as your death

Twin moons, twin souls
Horizons molded by eras foretold
Forewarned by the players involved
Behold a story of tomorrow

Act Three
Either

with ancient meaning

Cursed for eternity, where your soul will languish
Before Izanagi's power you fools are vanquished
Daiitoku rages from

Hey man what r u really into huh?
the elusive butterfly has just tiptoed by my door
my buddy likes the yankies
shesaid hey tibone wots the score
i

thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

lookin' broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin' rope

Y'all Northtown folks comin' down to Manhattan World
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread

heart resides
Not with me, not with time - lets the minutes tick by
He'll drive but she valets the day into the night
Red light green light kinda ride

to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter

Ride or Die

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean]

2004

gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box
In a spot where

pearly gates because a sun has lost his rays
His shine hindered by three nails
His glory lingered in his tears

But
Three nails cannot nail down the three

feelin' the vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well let's kill all the pollyin'
I offer you a Cosmopolitan
Let's jet out

fiction
Now turn to page three, and what do we see
In this text book to hyper-modernity
The title is here, so we can be clear
It's Captain Zodiac's

You're a bad dude
You're just another bad dude

What
You want your Soviet Union
So you can control all your people
And ruin them
You're  shooting off

me
As years gone by
No daylight in these dead end streets
Those streets of mine
 
Third, came into my head, whispered my soul those dead lines
"bonded

I walk through like Red Sea

Biz Moses
Cloud by day
Pillar at night
It's airplane mode for life
I'm on flight

The Real Life

Corporation of One

The Chillout Session: Ibiza Sunsets

2003

out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's

oh)
Colour red is how I paint the track
(Red)
Bright side, painted black
Night time ain't that bad
Night rhymes by the bags
Whilst we shift dribs