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ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park.

I am gopher boy pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?

to the Leaf
Mo City, Hiram-Clarke
South Park my niggas vouching for me
They know everytime I spit
I spit like it's the
Last that I'm breathing
With the three

Free my nukka C... Free my nukka Mac... wrongfully convicted now its a known fact... witnesses coerced by dem people no surprise... this world built

No Turning Back

Kane & Abel

Am I My Brother's Keeper

1998

Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street 
you know the law enemies stand side by side
You can either kill em now or wait for them

thinkin'
She snuck out one night 
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate
What

Ferrari.
Parked it, when I bought it, see, I'm a no limit soldier.
An' I came to get it started, what you, what you think?
I'm all about my bank, tryin'

Year of the Rat

Even Rude

Superabsorbent

1998

no smile.
I'm wearing Starters, playing hoop in the rain.
I'm talking Candy Cane park and it will never be the same.

I don't wanna be loved by you. I

the wildebeest lives
This booth is where the heat is
I know that for a fact like a thesis
Atheist is not where my base is
Basing this off the basicist
Hating this?

the valet to park the Lambo'
Where he park the Jag'
My niggas back to back
Pour up the D'usse for my niggas gone
Know you had a taste of this life
But you

Chill with some of my homies. This is for real G. Some of them be livin' local. Some of them livin' out of state.

We can hate on the king. by celebrating

Chill with some of my homies. This is for real G. Some of them be livin' local. Some of them livin' out of state.

We can hate on the king. by celebrating

up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
Like Bob Marley, we jammin', by all means
And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
5, never judge a rapper

Mexicans
Tryin' to run across the border
To see freedom all over again
Man... One love to my Africans
They try to kill us with AIDS
But they smart again
It's

Where's the Love

Corey Smith

Undertones

2003

"Where's the love?

Where'd your love go my neighbors?

Where's the love?

Where's the love that you all preach of?"


Soldier is marching, machine gun in

up

Fuck ya bitch and the click you claim
H-Town where I ride we equipped with game
You niccaz be claiming playa and pillow talk the game.
I changed my

move this weight, got me hurtin my core
(My core)
(I got soldiers at your door and they ready for war)
Diamonds are wet I'm wetter
(Uh)
Bitch wanna ride

Watchout [RMX; Bonus Track]

Immortal Technique

The 3rd World

2008

comin' over the border
Fuck your chain, my people will kill you for water
Fuck fans, nigga, I got soldiers supporters
That'll cut your throat if you

teeny-tiny Sweat
He biting bitches by the neck
Got my fucking dick as long as
Lists of shit I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed
That's why

constellations

From the park where we'd play everyday after class
To the empty house where I saw you last
Not a mile's been spared by these blooming recollections

and arsenic
Where the carrots grow
Piss warm suger water where the
Summer canteen plus burn
Rubber like green is the new green, rubber
Neck froze, slows by

Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me  East coast  ya gotta Feel Me West Coast  ya gotta Feel Me

Dirty South gotta Feel Me East coast  gotta Feel Me West

midnight, wait's

Have you ever been outside
Headed either north or south?
Could you tell me about the other side?
But where the mountain lets out
And every

know them glizzies go retarded
Diss the fallen Soldiers
We did not forgot
You still a target
Fuck a drive by
Down yo block
I'll park this bitch and get

must be using cause deluded what you are/

You de move by foot and give a f%#k about a car/
Olomo where my bradas of the Jede Jede/ 

I’m with the movers