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holidays
Friday night just got paid
Way before rocksteady did a Backspin
We depended on crowd reaction
East verse West but not to the death
To the last word,

they don't care who they hit
Tryna duck death and life, this is serious shit
 
This as real as it get
I heard you went and bought a gun but you still

When it buss bobilan ratty jeep afi stop 
Death that call pon yuh self 
Moma bawl fi she one bwoy 
Gun afi deh there when me touch pon eh block 
Fiwe

all my niggers on
Trippin on me I got henny and patron

Deep in the trap it just me and my gees 
I be fresh to death aint nobody got my steez
Bustin out

suicide, death
Suicide doors on the Lamb', damn
I was on my Q's and P's, see, ain't no lacking shit
Cutting loose ends on my back and shit
Gotta cut

want another tune, I'll change it for you

Beyond invasions of foreign nations
False abrasions on sick malaysians
Tax evasion; Media persuasion
No

Haven’t wanted my mom..touch since a baby in the nursery
They told me not to cry, kept my anger on 10!
Product of the homicide..smell the death from

the shadows of death
Where niggas praise diamonds more than they do with the flesh
They talkin', Bougette, rings
Pateks over everything
Then get mad when

The Cheque's in the Post

Momus

The Ultraconformist

1992

Settling on younger women: Fifteen hundred, say it's forgiven

Running total: six thousand three hundred and fifty pounds
With tax added on
And that's

Trippin'

Zion I

Mind over Matter

2000

feed your death
To earn a buck
And people get stuck
Followin the trends
Of a TV generation
But where does it end?
You can say amen
But you really got

they tax 
I'll be fine bro just relax 
Up that street on 51st 
Niggas don't know where I'm at 
Really got to show these scars 
Real shit written on my

16 Bars of Death

Planet Asia

The Grand Opening

2004

What the fuck?  Yeah!
  Yo y'all niggaz get'cha rhymes up
  I'm sick of this shit, get your bars up niggaz
  Sixteen bars of death my niggaz
  Ay

the whole chimney now
I don't think you know what you doing now
You cannot find away out of this house
Before the fire burns everything, and my death is bound

Imma fuck with death til the death of me
Cast in the churches and pastors and riches
Nigga better duck cuz its rappin' season
(Skee! Skee!)
Reefer

nicely
Lord I’ma sinner but you stay by me
I pay my tax and my tithe I remain icey
Blow it all away for my pyt
Death do us part now we 6 feet deep
Pussy

Korea
Next destination: Japan"

Napalm scorched your backs
And you ask where your tax dollars went to
So now they have sent you
A demonstration,

Lies... unacceptable...
Million dollar tax bracket, living comfortable 
 
Pursue the Heart, and the Soul Thinking Matrimony...  
I'm in the Dark, Expecting

the house with a blunt in my hand, let's smoke
I don't wanna see death no more, let's fight
They got the devil hidin' in plain sight
That's you, that's me,

stare death,
I hope the banks cut you while you help them,
Neoliberalist puppet, do you even fear death?
Does money matter more than a legacy left?

me
I do it to the max that's just sets and reps
I'll get you after tax that's the chest and legs
See it could happen fast if you second guess
Sometimes

Living in the hands of the cowards
The sky aint the limit
It's just the beginning
Why you think they trying to colonise the moon
And Tax you for visits my

tax to the caesar
I give my life to the King
A prodigal son with a ring
Now the devil's lost his victory and death's lost its sting
Even if I'm bound

Tomorrow cause we livin' for today
Come around my way

I'm tired of dealin' with
This constant stress
The only thing guaranteed to a nigga is death
So we run

death
I hope the banks cut you while you help them
Neoliberalist puppet, do you even fear death?
Does money matter more than a legacy left?
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