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They started moving funny
When I started getting money, damn
When it comes to this money, I can't trust my blood, brother
How you bite the hand that

(A New) Society Treaty

Die Krupps

Paradise Now

1997

a bond between man
A new society treaty - it's the law of the land
Constitutions steeped in gold, blood and pride
Living by this caused the great device

their match
A mission's arrived
So heroes, dispatch!

Hi, can you help me?
My car's broken down
The engine's all busted
I can't get my ass around
I need

DJs, I was runnin' in place
Summon my pain, and tellin' me stain, the blood stays
I arrive with show face, I collide in most ways
I provide, my soul

how you doing 
To its bad blood 
Jealousy's a bad drug 
I get da dope by liter 
Pies and pies 
La cocaina 
Hold thy nina 
cvoid la policia 
With

times call for desperate measures and that's how you end up in a jam
Without going into no detail ya boy had derailed
And it cost me a lil' hand
Fixing my

I cross I reach my hand up but man I'm jus too small to grab it
It's proof we all can have it 
Da loot is all dat matter 
Want it all try to take it

Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I'm just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggas

lyin on my back (geah)
Spittin up blood, and I'm thinkin' to my muthafuckin self
No more livin' in this life that's fucked (geah)
Die thuggin' it up,

implore you, take him by the hand
Take him to some shady bower
Save me from the wrath of this man
Please take him
Save me from the wrath of this man, man

got these locs in my head
Jamaicans be calling me rasta
I fuck that bitch from the back
I pull that hoe by her tracks
I got this bitch with a bald head

Dreads on my head so they call me a Dread Head
Got money with some Bloods now I call that my red bread
Out all night, Momma asked me "where you slept

handyman he keep them tools on em
Im from the East Big Blood but I keep them blues on me
We be playing with them sticks like we sponsored by Sony
And I ain't

fool ya

Oh what, you thought this was easy?
I told you 'bout it, you wouldn't believe me
Sixteen, the last time saw my pops by the TV
Already had

he said the wrong word to the wrong guys
Now that nigga shot blood on him like two eyes
Lord forgive me for my sinnin' I ain't tryna go to hell
Same

to incentivize justice
We don't need the knee on the neck making judgements
This blood-lust endeavor by shits who feign cleverness
Bitterness clarity's' all that

Locked in a room with no windows, no matches
Just my thoughts and a mattress
Surrounded by the blackness, but I'm Batman
Flying paper planes at night, just

Strange things have happened to me
Hell bent on heavenly dreams
Oh will I bury my feelings alive?

Your hands travel like sin
Defenses are

tension is
You a real a nigga, what it said on my detention slip
I write on, bygones be bygones
Top 5 Top 5 Top 5
I feel like DYLAN
Everything you wear

And she's by my side, she's my pride, my all
Ten foot tall, that's how I feel, I never fall, I never fell

Oh... what the hell, I'll admit it
Love was

blood, right Taylor, Lord
What are we pain for for?
We we don't know
2020 Is empty
The truth will set myself free
Breaking news on TV
Don't say what we

drowned in blood


Whole life is right in front of me but stress cloudin' up my vision
Cursed by what I should’ve done but can’t remember why I didn’t

when I used to be nasty at rappin'? Never mind it's still true
I remember when we used to battle in the lunchroom
Consumed by this hip hop and the blunt

check your circumstances
Understanding's the key to reprimanding unholy hands
And I got murder on my mind for these lines, I'm Charles Manson
Back in '69