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a hopper and a mask
And a couple air tanks so you can ba ba ba ba blast
Got a betta fish tank with all of the supplies
All you need is the betta fish to go

A nuclear power plant exploded this morning

It’s certainly a virus

Conflicts over drinking water supplies are raging all across the continent

to sons and daughters
Supply the cuts
I got them hearing it all by when you driving up
You know I'm fired up
You know they writing it down
Tally and brag

and love
And all we got to give is
Peace and love
And all we got to live for is
Peace and love
So everybody join and sing
Peace and love
Turn to somebody by

some brand new white Air Forces I'ma wear them t'il they gray
I'ma take it all with me you can come get it at my grave, ay
Woke up by the beach, I see

Dawn of the Cadaver Ghoul

Warhammer

Curse of the Absolute Eclipse

(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)

He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave

up ain’t no sweat
Know niggas who fall out for less
FF finesse
All in no less
Big gas my blunt
Blow it out no stress
We go by ATG because we know we

the Byrds and more)
Guy Allison/Keys (Doobie Brothers, Moody Blues, Air Supply) 
Kyle Appleton/Guitar (accompanied  Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dwight

air, no air 

You don't really wanna say no 
You don't really wanna come down 

Even when the night out gets slow 
By the end we're gonna be so high,

them things fall so far to love and so into berserk
Supplies in the church but nothing of worth
That can repair the heart so out comes the tears and in

I'm inspired to live better yes I cut out all the processed foods meat salmon yes that too
I'm going down the conscious path I can not leave myself

diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love fuckin' bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be

still has a grudge
And I love the itch I cause with all my flaws and what's inside me
And I love to break the law, I'm a menace to society
I love to just

eyeballing everything I ever do/
Just cause all the seeds they sow ain't never grew/
Newsflash muthafuckas I ain't never you/
Play it cool I'm just passin' by

the dough out
If you don't know the name just call me big racks 
If you look like a lame then expect me to tax 
They say they want smoke but they selling air

I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you

Ghetto Thang

De La Soul

80's Underground Rap: Don't Believe the Hype

1998

Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold

Ghetto Thang

De La Soul

3 Feet High and Rising

1989

Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold

[rah digga]
Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah digga y'all, dirty harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, xzibit, new millennium! (c'mon, check it)

[all] one,

We out here
The black blocks all up at the front in black bloc
Next to some wily white socialist and street doc
They are tear gassing us
Shoulder

the feeling I been betrayed, I damn near crashed out
When the smoke clear I'ma be here when we air it out, hah

[Verse 2: Ola Runt]
Tried to show love but it

to my house to get a back beat out
Lost so many packs to UPS
I got gray hair from all the stress
I'm selling gas bags with no regrets
He tried to play

by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we

Button up, get sucker punched by all the air your lungs can hold
God rest your soul
Nails for breakfast, supper's cold
Button up, get sucker punched by all