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But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

Don't have no money? He'll get you some
If you don't have no car, he'll get you one
You don't have no

Raise the Flag

X Clan

Gangsta Rap [Priority]

1991

[ Brother J ]
Descending from the tribes of Africa
Inspired by the great black leaders

[ Professor X ]
Vanglorious
This is protected
By the Red

be the same in the booth
Searching fo what's new yup Googl3
By myself not no one else um um
Fool wit the vocab going buko
Be you what I'm shouting out

land mines
You little snake
Fake
Under appreciate
Cheapskate
No amount of soap could wash the years
Of lies off your face
Leadership disgrace
You know

Bumpin' to Kid Cudi in The Land ain't nothin' new (No)

I been feelin' wavy all up in the stu 

Cannon ball into gravy just to feed the crew (Splash) 


I'm

Alpha and Omega

Do or Die

Picture This

1996

survival fitness don't need no mix to handle my business
yes you guessed it I'm double breasted
when I flex shit 34 shots requested no exit
in the land

Reminding all of what's before us
No matter how hard it seems
With Yahweh's strength he'll set us free

Sailing to the land of hope
The great beyond is our

I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So

I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So

cover lives
Yo its time to relax, all of these days,
Losing a track man that's a fact
West of the boulevard this land made us who we are
Stay up man no

Keynes, Smith,
Couldn’t ever say shit.
Instinct Tory, heart Labour, head liberal I,

I take my land I made my land and I’m sure,
There’s nothing great about

stained red
By the love for his brethren

It's hard to tell the time
Nowadays he just writes a rhyme
To keep it straight along his spine
He got his problems

huh
This ain’t church but I hold it down for the righteous,
Look at the past to see the future, you ain’t gotta be psychic,
Call me a criminal for

my self first cuz no one cares
Tryna move on up, but there no more stairs
You could tell I'm fucked up by all the stares
Think I done lost it lost it

loading these bullets inside of this gun 
Playing Russian roulette no this isn't for fun 
I been digging this knife into my own damn lung 
I know I said

stay by handy Mandy
Shot that nigga don't got toes no more he hooping like a rabbit
Dropped that bitch she not my hoe no more
She came with too much

Yeah
Aye
Both lungs full of good throttle
Three point five with a cognac bottle
Hell of a night never need no sleep
Money spin the world she can't gimme

got you by a long shot
Like curry fades away three points when the ball drops

Put that needle down ain't no music with the drug
Ain't no scratching

of the dark night
No one else was in sight
And did you feel the sand between your toes
Did we know the chain of events
We had set in motion
In the morning we

(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Shit, I'm tryna land, I gotta find a helicopter pad
All

passion no pity
And she knew from the start what we live is a story
And I got to admit she let me fly on my past
I got to get over it and I'm starting

us, inside us

Cause the worlds on fire,
but these girls are dripping wet

Dripping red
Keeps on dripping wet

Boys in the land of the future
Lost in

Son of the New South

Travis Tritt

Rockin' Country [Warner Brothers]

1991

Raised a child of farmer folks down in the Southern land
I worked all day in the summer sun 'til my back was leather tan
Now I've been called

Weathered roots and frames of empty boroughs
All gutted by the greed

The hopeless long for misery and madness
So, no one ever leaves

In no man's land, where