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Storms and brightens
The atmosphere with fire, pussy
Gonorrhoea for your vagina, lookee here
Thirty days, thirty nights
Explosives bombin' every hip-hop

playing on house money for a while now
And my head gets darker with every thought that I allow
So it's bottoms up, roll up, but it's still not enough
Cause

thousand percent in the league
This a competition with the mob in the lead
Never fall for attention
I just ball for the threes
Every now and then I make

fire every time that
I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift

wrist
The kid bout to be bigger than hippopotamus hips
Cuz I've been blinded by the grinding I was so out of it
Now I gotta reframe before I acknowledge

the pavement, now I'm getting payments
What they gon say man, nothing they can say man
Do this everyday man, every since I came in
Cruising like I'm sailing,

Scottie 15

Dre Dog

17 Reasons

check every 15 days
I remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
Cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy
Caught up in the madness
This freak was the baddest
I

Lord, if they only knew them nights it took
Burnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul fire
Sheer energy to release to melt the heart
Mind

The Narrow Path

Exile

Below the Heavens

is small
And the stars barely shine in the city, so we’re blinded
By the man-made bright lights, making my eyes shifty
Feel me out, hear me now

Yeah we do this everynight

Bitch I get a bag then I vanish like a ghost
People talking shit behind my back
You get exposed heard you got that fire
But

the tires burning
The cops coming cut your feet off pussy
 now you can stop running
The cash piling, new safe made of cast iron
Before Corona my homies was
In

week
Started off a nightmare
Then it changed into a dream
Now I like my music loud
Can you turn it up for me?

Yeah it's been a Blur

Yo, Wretch, you

already if I'm on a date.

I got the slappers ion do the tapes

Every verse is like I'm moving weight

If you copy shit then u moving late

Bitch I been

and tortured
By guilty memories who realised too late to
Reveal their real enemy it's all dead wrong
For every victim of racist persecution
From Auschwitz

to get paid, ithand'ukba nzima lendaba
Und'thanda kancan' ngoba undiva ngenda
By now you should know that I'm fly njengomyaya
You hated until you got stuck

Poetry of the Deed

Frank Turner

Poetry of the Deed

2009

Before we get bored, let's be inspired,
Let's ignore the applause and set the theater on fire,
Fight every war like the drunks in the choir,
Put our art

Numbers dont lie
Call me the one and only
Woke up in a bow tie
Forty thousand feet up so high
Where’s the ATM machine I hope that shit goes by

I like

world of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me

hate your manager
I'm thrusted up every day up on the calendar
If bro on the road then
The stick riding passenger
On the Web, punching kicks like karate

to figure out
Dreams of Gods
Thunder, fire, gale, I see darkness in the shore
All of a sudden
Every little thing in the world can disappear
Yeah yeah yeah

SHE WEARS A BLACK DRESS
WHEN I LAY DOWN
AND I TURN OFF ALL THE LIGHTS
AND THEN SHE SITS DOWN BY MY BED
WITH PEN AND PAPER
SHE STARTS TO WRITE

THEN I

for you to leave, there go the block right there now go and make it bleed, fire up some good tree, just so I can feel free and you know I keep it lit

go ahead and stop now
Cause ain’t nobody seeing me
And I know ain’t nobody seeing me
And if you really think you are 
Then Imma need for you to go

You can hear them whispering on the low
I can't comprehend if it ain't about the dough
Used to keep it in 
Now I gotta let it go
Coming from the soul