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Short-sighted to say it was a long time ago
Not even two life times have passed since the days of Lincoln
The sins of Andrew Jackson, the shame of Jim Crow

Silent

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real

to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil

my nappy head down
(Look at my eyes)
I've loved plenty women since my days with Ol' Mr. Jim
(Slidin' on down the line)
He'd say women can drown you

if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot

so young. Words from a black father: How much can a young man bear? How much until you're not a man?
These lyrics draw from The New Jim Crow by

While everything is closing in from these four walls
I need you now more than ever
Good ole Jim Beam just don't cut it anymore
I need the touch of your

Down for the Count

DJ Hi-Tek

Reflection Eternal

2000

threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we

It is sad to think that the first few
People on earth needed no books, movies
Games or music to inspire
Cold-blooded murder the day
That Cain bashed

Livin Life as a Rider

Jim Jones

Ambitionz of a Gangster

So crazy the way we get this cash (How we livin?)
Real hot up on these murderous blocks (blaatat blaatat)
Broad day bang bang I know you heard all

Resurrection Mary

Ian Hunter

The Artful Dodger

1997

Big Jim
Perhaps my day of reckoning lies here

I said, "Please, please, I would dignify your wish
But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit

day by day

Yeah (yeah)

Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives
Where do you have a calendar? Because I lost mine
Uh, I lost mine, uh I

I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me

This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen

me back in strife
Flowing water how you speak for me and love me like a wife

There's an old woman sweeping down by Jim's drug store
My lips once knew

His family's distraught
Saying he's not like this
We pray he alive
In a Jeep full of Jims
It's all in his head man
These voices his friends
Sure he was

through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how

of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since
The days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV

Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
I

overnight unlike junipers
United snakes inspired revolutions of the day
Such as Wovoka's ghost dance a thousand miles away
From the Oklahoma ranch where Jim

be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be

Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come

Uggh
On the real I want to see all my Jim's win for life
Fuck smiling part time I wanna see yall grin for life
They say that your biggest treasure

notoriety
The mass media has given all these other athletes
I just needed someone great who looked like me
Jim Thorpe you could be my Muhammad Ali
Afflicted

Strictly Genteel

Frank Zappa

Make a Jazz Noise Here

1991

these days, with all the terrible problems in the world


Lord, have mercy on the people in england,
For the terrible food these people must eat.
( errrr,

day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...

Wait a minute! is that you?
What's that?