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not about the clowns
But I guess it's still about one
Said you doesn't cry that often
Bitch now it's the fucking time
All your words, all the judgments

Verse One
You're so fake its plain to see who you truly are,
looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star,
forget the funk and go hook

Money and Shows

Real Live

The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama

1996

pound of good shit
We off the K's crib time to split

[Larry-O]
I got a shorty in my scope I'm brown like dope
Coming back like good coke I smoke til

and done you and your army of one
Never really had that much to say
You're a punk by the numbers Doc Martens and leathers
And studs in your jacket and face

Area Turns Red

Infinite Mass

The Infinite Patio

1995

The fools be thinking that the suckers be chaplin
No time to talk and make peace
It ain't the first time people are dying
Yes why'all, keep the call
Punk

Then pay my taxes just like you

The time has come for more singing words
Blame each other before voicing concerns
We're all trapped in our prison cell

football numbers, Fuk death row dey tryna cook more of us punk judge thru da book at all of us. da blok empty dey took all of us. . I hear it's nu niggaz

times, bad times
Moving on and I ain't looking back
Right or wrong, by yo side
You know that I always stood on that
You switched up, picked yo side
You

more terrifying than dying
The choices is yours
Whether you fight it and win
And perish and be
Depicted a coward
I ain't pledge no allegiance

to arrive 
with their rocksteady group, The crypt kicker five.

Now out from his coffin we heard Dracula ring
It seems he was troubled by just one thing 
he

The Struggle

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

sadeed

[William Cooper]
I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces
Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred
Life's

(V1)
Here it comes once again building images
This shit's ridiculous  I hit ya with this stimulus 
About time that I call my shit the Ill assist

Hallelujah that's good preaching amen!

Coma induced time just flies by
Respirators keeping me alive
I open my eyes, who do I see
My ex wife watching over me

it only take one shot for me to get hot Anything I drop making you crackpot now you pop-lock
Fuck pop-rock I'm more punk-rock
Hey I mix styles sounding

uncertain to be punking
Creep been staring
Punk is slaying
Never ending
Chaining brought to you by tearing
Black and silver is my drag
Should be gone but it's

me brain like my tutor
Professor, I came with my ruler
Bitch free my Drakeo, every time I catch a gun case
More mad that they take the chrome
I

amidst fist pumpin, hear the bass, thump loudly, everywhere I'm going, seems to always get crowded

Got more fire, even camp girls gather, keep a punk

other things that
Happen day by day
While you are starting your revolution
Lying on your bed

Yes, i’m upset
Of your excuses and your lies
I’m tired

you hear me sprint by
Marching with my buddies and I feel a bit of guilt
Rolling out full tilt like a Peterbilt
Bopping down the incline with a wallet

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye

Grab the dinosaur by the spinal cord
I'm hella crazy, my mind is sore
My rhymes in store are like diamond ores

the punk
He got hit by a train
(Choo Choo)
Then I hop in the foreign
People called my crazy
They doubted
They hated
Recorded all my songs
In the closet
In

I Don't Even Trip

Totally Insane

Direct from the Backstreet

gold on his grip 
That don't phase me, man I don't even trip 

[Background chorus] 

I ain't tripping no more it really ain't worth my time 
so just

Dear mom, every time I flow, I'm the bomb
Your favorite website is Bitchcom
I'm too fucking lit to the mow the lawn
I'm gonna make a million off my

the breathing hush wait for
The right time to rush
Grab your man by the forehead
Slid the device across his throat
I'll hold him tight while he chokes, 8, 9
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