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smoking like a gun
Ever since my future went missing
Retrace my footsteps to find parts of me killed by reality
And further entrails from some

In Your Face

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 



I get personal direct

blow these pipes like trumpets but this drum my favorite instrument
We been up on that score we started small and went by increments
So bitch give me my

Charged as a storm
Roaring to the ground 
A whip crack to the lion
Thunder strikes again
Gun shot start
Frozen bullets chase the rain 
A thousand

and bullets, told him to make a stand
Richard came back from conflict a very different man

Time and time weve stood by
Watching as the clown world slowly thrives
A place of freaks, were men are weak
And diversity has died

Gather your bullets

Lights Are Changing

Mary Lou Lord

CMJ New Music, Vol. 53

Disappearing out of sight along the open road
Into indistinct horizons I had no time to reload
Like a silver bullet from a gun an arrow from a bow

This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a can
They put a soda in

I don’t sip the liquor,

down, take it one bullet at a time!
Now fire, pull out all the shots!
Shine your gun all the way to freedom!
Now fire, blow them all up!
Sit back down,

from infants to grandfathers
Soon as slave vessels made port in safe harbors
Foul stench in the waters muddy by human capital
Chains on the neck but

died
When I became open eyed
I am god now you never replied
You sighed
Tongue tied
You ran from the tide
You are a gun
And what's fun
Is you don't know

the world
Raging fury burning every state
Bullets, mines, explosions, bombs and guns
Gonna make them eat their nude-are waste

I am the annihilator
I

The mission started early in the morning sun
Everyman who was there had a loaded gun
Fingers on his triggers and sights to his eyes
anticipating

Fuck that
Street's disciple
My raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like Cobain
And everybody wonder why the world insane
Why the world

di brick mi flip it fi di profit
Mi gun pon mi hip ready fi di conflict
Money fi mi fam mi neva go split
Real street boss mi legacy mi script

Di

so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my

guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain
Bravehearts gangbang

[Verse 2b: Nas]
Yo last

you hear your phone ringing and you knowin' it's your son
So you tryna make it home before dyin' by the gun
Then they tryna put you down before God say

won
No color or religion ever stopped
A bullet from a gun

Out in the fields, the fighting has begun
Out on the streets
They're falling one by one
Out

Put the gun to my head
Make you watch while I pull it
Left on read
End my life with a bullet
You say I'm a problem
So I'm gonna solve it
On the way

and I’m sendin back scripts
Put 10 on yo head and my bro collect that shit
I’m Sittin in the trap and I’m whippin with my wrist
Fuckin for some crud man you

Luminal

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

many years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve
The bullets had names that made the frames shatter
Most savage

puller
Do you back up what you say you do?
Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?
Do you give back to the hood you from?
Or run, go to the jeweler?
When you got beef,

back yet on me
Give me some armor, protect me from rain
Money tree, money tree give me some hope
Tell me that I'm gon be more than okay 

Love bullets