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song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

fugazy yo
The first time I heard rap I was so gassed
Cause back then
You could make an album with no cash
But nowadays everybody is so cool
You got niggas

Yeah, this is me Speeder Razor
Yeah, I was born and raised in Zastron,
That’s the name of the album too, huh
Yeah, I will never forget where I come

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

As if it's her album
Fine with me, might as well be
May have to retitle
If she keep on track on this track three
The B-side is
Likely to make me consider

shit happens at this pace
And in a few months a new album for your mates
Only few months wait, only few months late
Peace

And I walked in here
With my

This was supposed to be the happy album what happened?
I don't know life came crashing
I don't know I've been slacking
This my life now this what's

fried rice
Skip my spot at the microwave
You gon' die tonight (Ah)
055, nigga (055, nigga)
Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga
(Free Sly, nigga)

It's

it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you

nothin' to lose
So why not try and go and bet up on this white guy
Nah, these rhymes ain't no stick up
They subliminal shots when I go and take a drive by

lock your door
They dig until they spot your core
The cops ignore
You buried in the park by the commodores
Navy fleet plunging
We pray the peace coming

These vices vices meaces mices
We all wanna piece till we mice in vice grips
We all want peace but we fight for rights 
Is it black or white when justice

chere 
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere 
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas 
But being homophobic could kill your career 
So I switched

boom, boom)
Ayo, peace seven, I had a fetish for the MAC-11s (brr)
Since an adolescent (brr), learnin' lessons, got my shot perfected
Eyes beheaded,

Hellohihey

Lifesavas

Spirit In Stone

peace Vursatyl

Hey what's up dude

Yo my name is Brian but my MC name is Catapult (oh word?)
Word my crew is called the Cannibals (ah cool)
Yeah we're 30

when I'm chasing the lights
I said what I said I don't ever feel right
I lay up in bed with my demons they bite

I been in my room I been making an album

those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad

with his dried out art supplies
What they taught was lies, cause I just stay lost and cry
Inside day and night, watch time pass me by
Freedom became

nieces so atleast i wasn't alone
Uncle Maurice, he used to beat me on them bones
Or that Joe Montana til the TV wasn't on
My granny rest in peace and now

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

Live or Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Verse 1

Yo I roll with Godbody
Prayin fearin nobody
My life belong to Him
So I don't need a shoty

You ain't got no peace at home
Ridin, cryin

trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page

From Friday in a k-hole to Saturday at K-Mart
Old days in a haze
My heydays in the hay barn
I lay under the radar in the backyard
At peace now at last