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White washed walls, washing on the line
Sun kissed fields, corn waving in the breeze
Rosita sings, as she does he chores
Her white dress bright,

lightning, no intention to rest
Quick as a flash, I must be a Grandmaster
My castles and queens beat your speediest archers
Defeat comes first, penitence comes

Miene emotionslos wie nach Facelifting
Hoodtape, bigger als das Empire State Building

Oldschool Beat, als wär' ich Grandmaster Flash
Und Lines, mit

Triple Beam Dreams

Nas

Rich Forever

2012

They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by

for real)

Once upon a time Grandmaster Flash
inspired these nerds with a culture clash
Once Run-DMC mixed rock guitars with the kick, snare, kick,

survive
Drink more beers 6 7 8 9
Now I am feeling divine
More shots and also some wine
But I stay away from all the lines
White lines Grandmaster Flash
Whip

Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white

Losing My Mind

Pharoahe Monch

P.T.S.D.: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

2014

in the temple where I was praying
Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by
Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash drive I'd

defined so

Mark those roads
Paint those lines
Keep traffic flow
So well defined

Prepare the road
By spraying jets of air
Dust and debris
Blown away, so

Third of May / Ōdaigahara [Edit]

Fleet Foxes

Third of May/Odaigahara [Edit]

white, old innocent lies came to mind
As we stood, congregated, at the firing line

Now, back in our town as a castaway
I'm reminded of the time it all

just buggin' the fuck out
Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time
But y'all could take it how you want it, word

Ayo the bottom line is I'm

Eagles swoop, the bombs they drop
Across the lands, the borders crossed
No man's land, the freedom's cost
Red, white, and blue, the lines are lost

files
Got these phony's actin childish like a class of juveniles
Christiano Ronaldo by the way that I'm kickin' it
Giuiliano Amato I ain't runnin' I'm

saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones

M C Grandmaster Flash
Listen to those dudes if you want to master rap
Today rap and hip hop are not close to similar things
That's like saying bugs

seen big city lights and miles of highway.
White lines they never seem to end.
But they light the way to a beautiful place
Back to see my best friend

you Mc's talking about the checks you cash. Tell me what you know about grandmaster flash. Alot of you MCs remain in the dark about how the cold Crush

Come Gangsta

Tech N9ne

The Box Set

2009

out man
That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules

die Street Heads
Ich bring es back, das ist Backpacker-Rap
Shout-Outs gehen raus an Kool
Herc und Grandmaster Flash
Und während du im Sommer auf
Die Uni

take the hit
Left and right, the eyes will look, a pitter-patter scatter
A flash, a blue, a car will pass, passing miles per hour
The white lines that

All The Ways U Can Die

Pennywise

Never Gonna Die

2018

call
Does it make you wanna go for it all?
Then go for it all

Imagine you're inside of a white chalk line
Would you finally wanna live?
Your whole

Lines on the compass, sharp as a blade,
Angles align, the purpose is vague.
Checkerboard path, black and white cast,
Knowledge encrypted, future and past.

Binary Stream

Pigface

Easy Listening...

2003

sightless and colourless, moving by program alone.
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's

to push em
Before he turned to Dumbo
His white lines
Used to snort em off a broken glass
I write lines
To sort the pieces of my broken past
Cash only
Niggas