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(Prod. By BXO, Don't Fuckin Play With Me)
(Damn K2, This Danger-)
Five holes in his chest like Olympics
They got gold medals for runnin' track
They

what we lost yesterday
Your memory keeps me up late nights
Gone before 25 damn just ain't right
Home away from home your room was like my crib
From day

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3

2017

eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a Vic

Everybody tired
Everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow
The wage is nothing and the work is hard
It's a graveyard in Hadestown
Way down Hadestown
Way

I take my place with these freaks and geeks
Who's only line is that "it just ain't fair"
I'm surely lost, if I ain't home
On lonely street
The sun, it

The Juggla

Insane Clown Posse

Carnival of Carnage

1992

a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm

sober
I see towers
Trees and cars
In a fast lane on my way back home
Home is where ma heart is belong

Work is not a job
I do whatever I want
Money ain't

Blackness is my religion, to that I'm dedicated (welcome to America)
I follow the laws of nature, by which I'm regulated
The universe, my university, I'm

What You Ride For?

Fiend

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

you're buildin' a home
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mobme(?)
Ghetto red hot,

up wanna show you some love
It's gettin' colder, you can tell by the shoulder
Maybe Cupid runnin' out of his ammo huh?
Or maybe he just wanna roll up

some, someone tries to take it.



A second chance at life, no one will give him

In an alley wat is where he's livin'

You see him there you walk by

and make another hit
I looked him in his eyes and told him that ain't shit
Gimme 30 minutes and I'mma wreck this bitch
So I wrote this rhyme I'mma bout

or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is

I've been here before
And I've walked this floor
I do alright With a microphone
but home ain't home anymore
So what are you gonna be remembered for ?

ever missed a practice, maybe that'll buy me time
Nigga couldn't say Amen before he's blinded by the lights, damn
Heart drops to his stomach and his eyes

To scared to sale his soul
Might later find himself in debt
So he take it step by step
But he's getting nowhere
And to think of where he's headed he ain't

best friend
Week later his best friend died Russian rouletting
My heart been hurting for all my bredren
Flew home for the second one's service
Got

He didn’t know how to control it
The mood swings would be explosive
Manic is a state where you feel Lowe’s but see highs
I can see the woes in his

Fighting demons shit ain't easy
See why most my people couldn't
I believe they took my cuz, so his own life he took it
Auntie died she hit that pole

Way down Hadestown
Way down under the ground

Everybody hungry
Everybody tired
Everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow
The wage is nothing

This is based on a true story tho
Love and heartbreak love ain’t for me bro
It ain’t for me bro
I’m tired of getting played
By a girl who don’t wanna

an exit
the lonely stage door
can you live anymore?

you've been living in the bright lights
acting out your roll
singing the same old tunes where you show

the guy
said, "what do you have in this here bag?" And 'Arry said, "it's a f'king video, what do you think it is, what
does it look like?" "Where did you

I ain’t leaving soon Tell the bitch, eat a dick, talkin’ shit, in my earhole  He fuckin’ called me fat though. How’d the fuck he know?  Is there some