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a minute later

Won't go out sad for my bag Imma ride on a hater

cnd by bag, umm yea I'm talkin' cash

But that ain't it

The family, the friends, feelins'

and forth
With kelas
That was back when Daniel Engelbrecht 
Taught us how to play tennis 
Let alone 
I was raised in CO7 by the terrace
But I felt for kelas

your top layer
But I'm the old serpent dragon slayer

Spittin' lasers at space invaders
Keep an eye out for tool raiders
We cry out to the true savior

Murdaride

Mastamind

Lickkuidrano

1995

[Mastamind]
I'm back in this bitch you'll be dead by tonight
I came to haunt your fucked up every day life
Look at me look in my eyes, my face is no

Listen, you fools!
This is the tale of Satan's tool
Neglected to the point of grief
And I need relief!

Left hand blistered, right hand raw
I'm

White Rider

Skrewdriver

The Best of Skrewdriver, Vol. 1

the blood and the soil

You feel love for your people, disdain for the fools
The enemy's led by the zionist's tools
You fight for your race which shall be

ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By

and it's beatin' like Pro-Tools (flock, flock)
Play with my bread, I'ma toast you
Bustin' these plays and rememberin' socials

Soap Gang, flockin' Adidas

Dress to kill I don't need no tool mmm

I do me I don't play by the rules
Benz punani imma need more fuel
Fat kit kat make a boy drool
Said he wanna cop

You'd be surprised, how many people think they know me bro
Can you tell who I am by the outter shell though
Do you judge who I was and swing for low

generation's fucked, you know what gyal do nowadays for the dick (no shame)
And make gyal turn fool, "Hey Digga, just cool"
That's how I made-, hold his tool

I am a rocket I am a gun
I am always on the run
I am possessed by a beautiful sickness
Rock n roll is my business

Give me money for life and action

to search your hole

With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools

a gun
I'ma let my words rain down
Like flames on cardboard
Gangster fools who
Wave their tools in
Pictures on their wall

I could write a song

a world full of shonuffs Divinely selectedUnaware I'm chosen Delay by my collarbone. Weight on my shoulder. Baptized in creatine I wade in the water.  Momma

just keepin it cool playing with the big tools
Make if you can even walk a mile in my shoes 
Make me sacrifice it s no lies I only speak the truth

just a tool

You drone, owned by your phone, your brain will drain
The planet has awoken and is insane
Outclassed, you're just part of the past
Obsolete

[Verse One: Stro Elliott]
In the morning I rise to news about a woman gettin' brutalized
Drive by shooters and drugs and teen suicide
I get

Yourself By Means Of Us
There's No Quote Unquote
You're Creating This Note

All Your Experiences
Derived From Your Senses

The Tool Of Art Can Only Take You

Rising into the air becoming one with the luminous sky
Discovering worlds that lie beyond
Escaping the cage created by mundane minds
The tiresome

a complete tool And you're never happier than when making me a fool 
Do I always have to subject to your ridicule 
The hue and cry, that's no lie, it ain't so

the circus without a clown
but if you're playing it by the rules
then i'll sit next to you

cause i'm Judas but i like it
And Jesus but i doubt it
Liar
I love

conveyed
Now here's a matter of great concern
We're judging artists by the money they earn
It seems that for 9 out of 10
Music is just a means to an end, now

Head To Toe, Oh Lead To Know Oh
How To Move My Lips When I Met This (Ubba-Ubba)
Male With A Fee First No Money Given
Just An Ale By The Sea Surf, Go