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to keep us stuck in this bondage
Get yours, I'm going to get mines
That's all our people be thinking
That niggardly state of mind
In this land where we was

dreamin' bigger with every second that goes by
Im undefined but bro just keep me in that small mind
I learn to write with the stories of all these animals
Im

the fear of not knowing who we are
The hate, the love, the tears that we shed
For those that we lost buried with their regrets

And this is deeper than

a black tile on my socials
So you can't prove I had a motive
Provided photos of Trump showing care
Moved everybody, can tell by their tears
Twelve

And now they're robbing us from every precinct
Soon our species becomes extinct
Empty the chamber come back to love
A case of tear gas never hurt them

bond so strong
Their love story's been writing itself all along
A love that blossomed from innocent years
Through laughter and tears they conquered their

know Iron pairs
Y'all follow a trend , you know "Simon says"
With those violent dares comes silent tears
Now I know who got me and who don't really got

Queen of Winter, Throned

Cradle of Filth

Eleven Burial Masses

2007

of Utopia are driven from the sun
Iconoclast
Before thee angels clasped
In nakedness their ochre flesh
Shall yield to thy advance

She is all to me

hands
Them say, “I’m a black demon!”
I don’t deserve a home…
Plucked my eyes and for that they gon’ pay
Tryna fuck with me, ignoring me by hurting my own

to vomit, pathetic how all these new rappers want to be me
Me and Nikque have been popping and never looked back since Wyclef heard us remix believe me
He

Waitin' for Warfare

Bizzy Bone

Heaven'z Movie

1998

I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovely
All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71
We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the be-O-N-E
Hit the floor

know that both of y'all dying if you smashin
Sorry not sorry them's the rules
Anything I improvise to off you is the tools
Snap your neck like rotted

Written by Expo1,Showrock
Verse 1 (Expo)
I came from a era when they shoot shit up more then herion young bull came from the bottom they said we will

drop
Nano five by six, y'all let it rock, got no stop
Lay low with a blick and some bricks, it's time to open shop
May owe some years to this shit, this

cheap popularity
Incompatibility with archaic rules and order, and all the fucking rest
Everything that makes us stand out, we have to own
We have

a killin
They willin to sell themselves short, shorter than Krillin
And be the villain that benefits by poisoning civilians
With their toxic influence

Oh, some people find their courage in booze,
they drink from the bottle their way to let loose.
For whiskey and spirits can make you feel strong
but

What's Wrong

Sweetwater

Cycles: The Reprise Collection

1999

What's wrong in our schools?
Politicians are blowing their cools
Over they who refuse to abide by the rules
Though they should be separate

keep up with us yeah
Don't fuck with your uncle ruckus yeah
You're oversaturated Demarcus yeah
Rap game sounding redundant
Surrounded by phones shit is

the one from my stand
Killer Queen rules over all the land
With mines you die by my command
Hide in plain sight, that's what I planned
Try and disrupt my

been hard, to keep fighting the good fight,
But stand strong men and women, hold fast and we'll see light
Though the darkness may overwhelm, and we may

Ma Raney 
She fought like a man. She dressed  up so fine
Couse those women - They  where black and strong 
They played  the blues all night long 

Pre

with resistance
They'll give ya crazy lucci but control all the tools
So consumer fools will play by their rules
The fools the fools the fools, Pearse

And small feet and bright eyes
Yet, the final song is sung
By the never-ever-victorious victors
For their names and shames
Shamed by inexistence and a void