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Here we are on a planet which
Is about five thousand million
Years old the sun around which it goes is not
Much older it is part of
A galaxy which

Popping our bubblegum
Me and you both are laying down in the summer sun
Back to the old days when we used to were grey
But all i want to do is sleep

abortions 
Our countries regressing it just keeps getting worse and worse and 
Not to change the topic 
But what if Mr. Orange makes it back to the office

Earth has the natural ability to heal itself over time
But only if we underestimate the intricacies of our ecosystem
The environment has been damaged

need hugs
The ones who love
The ones no ones above
But shit
Who are you
Who are me
Who is I
Just some people living
Just some people trying to get by

Papers I've read are counting all the young dead
Lost in a war waged on a foreign shore
Sent by a man with guilty blood on his hands
His fatal

trynna fight the urge
To nut without some conversation
I been battling with my spirit
That nun of these women are
Worth datin
And I been trynna find

about that are not with it
Once you try to show the bigger picture they start cropping it
Dumb days spent too much time up in my noggin when
My dumb ways

they will call me by my name
Still we rise still we rise
Niggas sleeping on us but our eyes are on the prize
Later we gon' look back and smile at these

holes in their backs, necks broken by knees
They’re pressed firmly down until we no longer breathe
I watched them, daily,
I’m thinking one day, maybe
I’ll

My diamonds are true
My diamonds on you
Our love is true
My diamonds on you
On You
On You
There's a million stars and they're out tonight tonight

Santana]
Now I got more than my swagger back
Listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
Young Zab of rap
Only difference is this Judah
Will shoot

Assassination

Dead Prez

Let's Get Free

2000

Our people are poor
And you know damn well nobody wants to be poor
This play is gonna show how the pigs react 
When the people start to take

Diesel

RZA

Instrumental Experience

2007

went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French

Ghetto

The Dayton Family

F.B.I.

1996

boys
Hand me a shotgun, cause them are my ghetto toys
This ghetto mentality, I live in a ghetto town
Bang to the boogie boom, lets fight to our ghetto

Plug Me In

The Lost Boyz

LB IV Life

1999

you now how a nigga came
An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name
Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it
Wish an' rest I got some guess

on facetime and Facebook We chatting to death... 
Hoping I See you again baby You are the Best...
Hopefully I can some day Take you out in your hills

Lyrics & composer by Serghei Klauzer (mr.Klauzer)

You can call it what you want
Maybe it's love, although not exactly ..
Thousands of synonyms

So i was thinking bout the days that still are destined not to happen 
And the only way it does is if i change the way i’m acting 
Girl it doesn’t

takes the bruises licks her wounds then she moves on
Got baby daddy in the wings when she needs a hit
Methamphetamine beauty queen gonna get her fix
Mr

buy-polar, only money makes my mood change
Blue face hunnids by the bundle in the suitcase
'Cause I was raised in the jungle with a few apes
Every day, had

I've been hopping over obstacles and jumping loops
Time and time again time to rhyme again fed up with this trying shit
More intrigued by dying shit

people try to qualify what they gotta say, and they ain't really got much to say
So first things first, had to trace my day-to-day
Realize different

That Special dress
The day we met
It was meant
I'm feeling blessed
Don't second guess 
You are the best
Lighting struck
Just like a truck
Caught the bug