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top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?
Well I hope you understand
You ain't shit

the Wilson's 
Loose lips
Get niggas zipped
Everyday was a shooting 
Static in the music
Bodies start dropping
They start recruiting 
Guess we know who losing

And i hope she checkin
Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin

Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin
Pull up

never choose
That's why I stay distant and everything stay shifting
You know the feeling? Then I hope you listen

And I walk on the sidewalk and there

And i hope she checkin
Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin
Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin
Pull up

her
She know I don't need her
(Like when Tom Hanks lost Wilson on Castaway)
But now she's seemin' insecure (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, okay I got a new

bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan

Dear Lord
I know You don't condone the things I
Be doin out here in these streets
(Help me, Lord) And I hope that
I pray that You can overlook (Help

They Used To Call It Dope

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

Little piece of my heart like Janis
No Joplin
But pure hip hoppin'
As they try to ban us
Crazy flight time no jacket
Or ticket
Wilson Picket

will do it (Do it) I know
Gonna punch through hope I can keep number four with me

Punch through a wall call me Wilson Fisk
I be the king ping of this

Kick It With Myself

Tech N9ne

Planet [Deluxe Version]

2018

in my encephalon
I don't need all the rest of them
To stress the one blessing them
They're what you insert a speculum
Open it and hope you don't

we Owen
Wilson, what a feelin', live in it 'cause you built it
Ballin', spot it, shot it, killed it
This Rollie is the symbol that represent my

Joe Hill

Billy Bragg

Don't Mourn - Organize!: Songs of Labor Songwriter Joe Hill

1990

As Joe come a sailing through.

Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high
As he headed for the promised land
And it took a few weeks

out all these stadiums 
Bitch you a dub until I'm like 80
Keep it a Huncho cause that's how he made me yeah 
 
Where will I be in a year, I hope I ain't

GONE BEFORE I GOT HERE
Mackenzie O'Brien, Chad Wilson, Brent Baxter

VERSE 1:
Thought you had me under your thumb
A text thread of hope and I'd come

Hydra wilson joined the team
Winter Soldier tried to kill 'em
Rogers couldn't understand his friend
Was now a villain
Helicarriers overridden so Hydra

What you're looking at is the aftermath of the grand jury deciding not to indict, Officer Wilson
Eurgh

Pretending everything is fine won't help

Joe Hill

Phil Ochs

Tape from California

1968

As Joe come a sailing through.
Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high
As he headed for the promised land
And it took a few weeks

on the stars in the sky
She's got my pager, blankets of love all on my eyes
Then I'm reminded, love don't come 'til you find it
I just hope that it's workin',

sick of the climb
I'm better with cliffs
It feels good to fall
I don't understand myself
I'm written in heiroglyphs

Hey Wilson this is your father
Just

to madness
I was on my Russell Wilson you turning me to future
Side piece
Hella bitches twerking all on me
I'm happy
Without you, don't come back to me
I hate

to death on Wilson Street
Maybe I can get rich off of my beats
Or if it comes to it selling my feet
It seems that there's no hope left for me
So I'm crying

Best Part Of Me

Written By Tree Wilson

Intro:

Do you wanna love me baby
Do you wanna love me baby

I can’t pretend I’m not in love
I can’t pretend

writer
Told my G lock the Lyca Lyca
Cah they got the Feds on the Liner Liner
Hope they ain't clocked like a timer timer
None of this faked ain't China