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Speakers on Blast

E-40

The R.E.D. Album

2011

It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"

Today is the day we'll see the downfall of an empire
An endless war between heaven and hell
The march of the machine begins, corrupted, no empathy

Big shit Poppin', still make a soft landing ' Big fish talkin', got my girl from Atlantis
No switch on it, when it hit, you established No list,

I saw the red and blue
When they came to take your smile away
Like they'd been waiting there all day
Never sleeping, never keeping
Promises they made

by a person,
hoping I remember their name
I think the world
is just a crazy machine
Made up of signals
which are all red and green
Come on to paradise

too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer

Give Dem Some Way

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Halfway Tree

2001

youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space

My grand-ma and your grand-ma
Were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma
"I'm gon-na set your flag on fire"

Talk-in' 'bout
Hey

your mind flow 
To the beat 

I let my mind flow like a river 
But now  Red and Dead sea constantly I MC 
No conspiracy like Pope and Cons-tinople

Red sky is fading stars
Comets fly in the night
These scars you see
Take time to heal
Tear drops in the night
Grievance of the heart
I know one day

Soft
Pretty
Tough
Witty
Sweet
Fierce
Man Up
Slay
Soft
Pretty
Tough
Witty
Sweet
Fierce
Man Up
Slay

The life of a queen is hard to bear
When there are

Blinded by the soft light that glows on stain glass windows
Oh my fate, it falls in the night enshrouding my head
In the day it falls back to me and I go

LIKE YOUR RACK--I MEAN, YOU CAN REALLY DANCE!!!!”
BY THE TIME I GOT TO THE RUNNING MAN I THOUGHT
THAT HE MIGHT BE GETTING SOFT THEN HE PICKED UP

Strike

The Suicide Machines

Battle Hymns

1998

find that strength is truly found in numbers
And you possess the power to destroy those that you work under
Their machine won't operate unless it has

This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my crib

Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long is in

thousand stuffing pack into ball bats. I made a hunnid million just from fucking up contracts. 

We get it by any means.I told her there ain't na'an nother

finally asks her
They share a drink and head to the boardwalk outside

There's a string of white lights on her house by the ocean 
Some good red wine that's

cannot touch

I hear the smile in your voice today, though
A loose string of dark-red silk
So soft, faint and rare
Where did it come from?
For months

Focus

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz

1998

large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega

Napoleon Dynamite

Mos Def

True Magic

2006

fill your old tradition self
Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself
Now your project sinks up leaking
Hand over head and the sticky red is

large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega

Well the last thought in my mind was
That I had been right

I've been held captive by a crimson and red in my dreams
I've been suicidal just thinking

Once there was a girl with those big red boots
She call me by my middle name
We rode our bikes under midnight sky
In a world where there is no pain

as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency