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Hidden Agenda

The Foremen

What's Left?

1996

on into the 50s?
Do you hear Lincoln turning over in his grave?
That's the Republican Revolution.
Wealth care, fun control, public broad bashing.

The lines they bluer
Buried in the grave of your words
You are the name - you are the name 
You are the name - I wish I never fucking heard

It will

A son and a daughter
Frame by frame defined by moment in moments
The wings of a bird
The tongue of a snake
 
So we’ve come this far
If we sit and wait

down.                  
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England, the house is so empty and sad. 
The crop of potatoes is sorely affected,

Eleanor Rigby

Pure Food & Drug Act

Choice Cuts

1972

in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face 
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come

you son of a bitch

Avenge revenge destroy
Train more troops and deploy
Our fight is now infamous
Show em how were venomous
Forget the one in the grave

the casket

Do you want to know about the box
A casket with padlocks
Broken off the hinge, bitch, eat a cock
Buried in the earth then forgotten about
Feelin'

by His grace and not by my income
I’m the son of a king why should I settle for less when I’m the son of God
I will boast in the lord I’ll be priding

Eleanor Rigby

First Time

It Was 40 Years Ago Today: Tribute to the Beatles

2004

in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face 
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come

you want to be and you can reach any height
Remember that OK
Its real in the feel been keeping it real
For all of my son's and all of my daughters

I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he

the Dark Son
Dark mystery! The bones shake in their graves
With broken crosses I pierce the skin
Of the so-called saved
Time disappears into the hour glass

Her eyes would never cry,
Because it comes
 From the popular 
Mortality rate 
That it is far too late!  
Women have found 
Their sons and daughters

Her eyes would never cry,
Because it comes
 From the popular 
Mortality rate 
That it is far too late!  
Women have found 
Their sons and daughters

money coming in fast
But all my bitches angels think that I work for Brinks
Dear heavenly father, Im tryna learn how to love your daughter
Don't fix what

Standing here at the altar with all that I have to offer
Holding onto hopes, that what I gave is enough
But if the price to pay is my grave
I'll do what I

All is well 
Ain't in no grave 
Or in no cell 
Came out my shell
It was lessons 
If we talkin bout Ls 
Gave em hell 
When unc was sendin bails 
Thru

As I was lying on my back floating in the Red Sea
The Pharoah and his ministers were all there to greet me
I looked above and saw the purple sky it

a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All

Click Click

Mobb Deep

Blood Money

2006

trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by

eyes… I…
I RESURRECT, cradle to the grave but there's one more step
Blood up in my veins still pumping still red
We all die in vain, but what you gonna do

What's that in your bedroom creeping
Underneath your sheets
Crawling on all fours
Watching you sleep 
Crushing weight, pushing down
On your heaving

What's that in your bedroom creeping
Underneath your sheets
Crawling on all fours
Watching you sleep 
Crushing weight, pushing down
On your heaving

History
Im like Stokely over snares in a different key
This is Malcolm X produced by a track from Premo
Im smoking like a patient bald like im getting chemo