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the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system

and the drive to win is missin in em, so forget em winning

The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk

hopes gone down
A one house ketch a fire
But a two burn down
Now mother earth a feel the pressure
Cause she lose two sons

One by one we get together
We

Blowing shit up like mother fucking damm confetti
Yawl bitch ass niggas gone be ready
When we come rocking at they mother fucking doors
Like martial law bro

Yeah, yeah (Check me out) That's right
(Check me out) yeah, yeah (ALC)
(Don P, Mac) uh
Yeah

All I got for these niggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I

on that pot
Yet my mother is damned that's why my fist won't lock
I let it play it through this jam
You know the shit don't stop
Now she was drinking

What the fuck is the limit, the fuck is The limit
What the fuck is the limit, the fuck is The limit
We just gone ahead and that bitch up Though
Where

Goin' Down Slow

Bo Diddley

The Super Super Blues Band

1968

all his buddies were gone.
And my man knew only one thing to do, it was getting
Cold there, like it is today, 
You know what I'm talking about.
He

Strike the flint and stone
As the sparks ignite
First flame in our hands
We light up the dark and we
See the world crystal clear
Our path will lead

early
Surfing cap though
Still, we getting burly
This is for you 4UDummies like it's Larry, Mo, and Curly
Like Stevo it's hardcore
But prime time
Paying

and  it spark when it pass my throat
Nigga catch my coat this is past life wrote
Like a half psycho other half might

I don't even know I just let it all go

Blunt Ashes

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2006

The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is sabotaging them
Watch out for the traps
Larry Troutman killed his

gone, something's wrong
The last thing we need is another song
Man, the proof of lack of leadership like
A truth up in the media
My people in need

The Travel Jam

Brand Nubian

In God We Trust

1993

to be out like shout, yaknahmsayin? 

"My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X 

[LJ] Call the brother Sadat 

"My suitcases is

Makaneri
Very soon a nigga gone be on the Telly
Niggas know I got that fire in my belly
Murder on my mind free the nigga Melly
Shooting like I’m Larry
Modern

til Ron turned a usb to a key
Now I'm addicted tryna see how is this gone work on a jeep
Dump the Glock reload repeat
Tap and pay don't keep receipts

appears
To be fact by the fact it was like that all the years
War
Man on the run, this is no fun
A mother's son no more
Having a tail, predicted to fail

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

the droplets of mothers dreams
The three train is a river
Run free in Brooklyn
Fed everyday by the blood of living and dead
Gods, daughter, and sons
Dreams whet

Whatcha know about working hard, making bars every mother fucking night, yeah my shit alright yeah
Sit down each night and I'll write until I see

(Magnolia, you the G.O.A.T)
All trust is lost that shit gone, you can really try to prove me wrong
I’m speaking all facts in this song, so no you

diet, like we only eat dairy
Big off the weight, when I got shit snapping like I'm Larry
This is it, this is what we do, only money moves

Pop out rich,

in your hands could be the spark
Turns it all around, is this happening now?

'Cause all my life I've
Knew we'd see this day
I knew we'd see this

Summer is Gone

I'm sitting out here 
In the October sun 
She's flirting with me 
But I know now summer is gone 
The cut flowers in the aisle

the event
It is supposed to go away an
Animal that cannot not let go
Of it's fears once the threat
Is gone will find
It hard to eat and sleep we are