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Hva vil de ha mayne? Mer gangsta shit
Hva kan jeg gi dem? Mer gangsta shit

You can tell by the way that he walks
By the way that he talks this mayne

embarrassin
Nothin to sneeze at I'm blessed - get the Claritin
Or am I just another selfish American?
Appraisin my privilege, raised by a village
Makin a killin

mean a lot to you
All the right things, say it loud when I talk to you
Head looking high when they walk by gawking, true
Strong character ya makeup

Sacrifice your prayer
Take away your language
Cut off all your hair
Sacrifice the loved ones
Who always stood by me
Stranded in the wasteland
Set my

Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense

his grave
Tatts on your head like scars
Should I call you brain damaged
I'm not a native American
But people still call me a savage
Talking this much

Plug my phone in to play a folk song 
It seems we came to look for the American dream without realising 

It’s almost Christmas in Philly
They really go

twenty dollars and it wasn't worth a buck
Hustled to a losman down Poppies Lane
By a Javanese guy in a tropical rainstorm
Lock up your daughters, I've been

a life, the world obsessed, the American Black, influence the rest.

Maybe that's their problem.

This the show, you ain't know? T'was First Degree The D.E.

And oh, oh, oh
Woo

Alright, we’re going to speed it up
It’s “TV cameras” here we go

TV cameras, TV cameras
TV cameras and stage hands
Oh, American band

peace offering
You see these scars, the skin and bone
I’m hanging on by a rope
But you’d steal my last breath and wait for a chance
To push me right off

"I want a great American life
Uh, delicious like cooked food, i'm here to
Set the mood, baby i'm like chicken
And waffles at
Four o' clock in

Fat for the 90's

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

I kick game, I got more than a small rap 

I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all that 

Whether foreign or American, I come better than 

Any

the ground shakes
When he moves they ovulate
Some keep some kill
God! he goes by so many names
Bitch am sipping kasese from the Holy grail
Of holly saints

The Ghost I Used To Be

Vinnie Paz

The Cornerstone of the Corner Store

2016

that's attached
By a muhfucker think he got wings on his back
You ain't an angel, probably working for the Devil
The nightmare of money, the league

You put a devil with a nation
That's deviation
It's a compromise
That's pleads to satan
Any type of laws that are given by our God
To obey
Is our

brother came home in a box
But he wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault
Another red heart taken by the American dream

And I feel it there, in

some Hell
Why don't we let our
Handiwork speak for it'self

Turret activated with my verse deployed
By the time you set up your sentry
You'll see your

interest
Humans don't have that Humans don't have that
I can cooperate with you guys
One of you is a Serbian and the other one
Is a Persian by origin I’m

There happen to be whole
Large parts of adult American life
That nobody talks
About in commencement speeches
One such part involves boredom routine

Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying

planets aligned
On the clock full time
To fund the job that keeps me alive
It's by design
For education to hit you with bad credit
Punch the clock while

driven by purpose and love
Fueled by rage and pride, my mother's a sword
You'll not down me down, they will not down me, they keep it to myself
Sorry, I'm

wondered who's the heretic, and is the true terrorist
American or Arabic
A mix of surprise and embarrassment
Laughing and crying at the same time