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beefing
What is he seeing as the world pass by
Everything looking so blurry he tryna find that light
The zippo illuminating those red eyes
The visine

their heads roll.
Let their heads roll.

This is for swindled red skins
Crammed in tin trailer sardine cans
This is for innocent blacks
Slammed In cells

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

And his Barbara Krueger's had been irreparably damaged 
By Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainsville 
That refused to acknowledge the value

of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of suckers trying to get they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown

fall off the deep end

I am entertained by the pain, moth to a flame
Jarring over your charred remains
Hard to explain to the sane
Tarzan's and Jane's

you was bullied every week huh
Now they gave him a gun and a badge 
A bitch ass nigga thats walking around mad
A cop car and a red bull got him feeling

I'll Take You Home

Floyd Lloyd

Tear It Up: The Ska Album

1997

dance by (I'll take you home)
And I know you're wondering what you'll do if he doesn't come back to you
But, don't worry, I'll take you home so, little

it


VERSE 1:

My blood red eyes- battle wit paralysis in my rhymes

Work hard- sleep deprived

Blood vessels crack like glass & windpipes-

Deja Vu (Uptown Baby)

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

The Grandmaster Flash Collection

2014

Walkin' roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by 
Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper 
Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye

bars are what they dread
Blue bottom kicks turn em red (Blood)
If you talk against the gang boy you boutta end up dead
J-Bone pulled up for some bars

and I stay ducking from the feds
Angel by my side and she a demon with mistakes
Red lipstick, boujie bitch, dressed up and in a mini-complex
Then I wake

mój rap jest na liście lekarstw
Mordę otwieram nie tylko po to by macha zajebać
Piszę scenariusz fabułę mam już mamy obsadę statystów nie trzeba

Mówię

to kill for the things that are killing you
Yeh I'm red pilling you
Morpheus
Unlike the ones who want to turn you into a piece of victorian history
They are

the end. Red lights called enemies, caution lights called family, bullshit is the J.O.B. Spare tire backup plan or security. 
I got a tattoo on my left arm,

Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the shores
And I could go a month straight in Fila Valores
The way I used to equip with my features
I was comin'

Me I'm getting money
You niggas dying of thirst
Execution style watch his
Motherfucking brains burst
I just put some twelves and by
Nines in my black

on ice
I'll take you away from all of this
You don't have to put on the red light
A single passionate kiss
That shows me you had the
Same knot in your

overpower
Sour every hour got him high like tower
Records sold, etch your soul
Canisters and fly shit Bet Im gold
Hit a goal like a red wing
Trying to pick up

stare into her heart
And it turns them all to gold

The red on her lips keeps distracting her eyes
The brown on her eyes keeps distracting her lips

myself in a room full of niggas
Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches
I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house
With a bit

of making dope
(Get it) wrap the brick up like it's Mumm-Ra
The plot to fly or not conspired
Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai
(We'll get 'em tonight) it's

the city of Mickey 
Nigga we filthy 
Money stacks like buildings 
Jung7e Be77$ Jung7e Be77$ 
There goes a door bell 
That’s now my fourth sale multiplied by

Grippin' Grain

Slim Thug

Throwback Thugga Hits

2015

pretty, on a tour all across my city
Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney
From the North to the South, we gon represent
I'm getting bent

by ‘n boereskuur
Hy gooi meel op die vloer en down sy bier want nou
Nou wil pappa dans

Hy’s stout vir ‘n tannie en hy like ‘n plooi
Vir al vir een met