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my cut?
Nah, for real son, where's my cut?
Nah, for real son, where's my cut?
I knew you could do it
I knew you could do it
Since you was a kid, I knew

I've been victimized by a devil in disquise
That you pulled the rug from under my feet
All those hopes that you made in bed
I think you forgot really

below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the blocks but the block ain't hug

our head high 'til they put us below
Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin'

the flood
And the men down in the trenches often got by on a prayer
Two hundred feet below the ground in the mud and the compressed air
The engineers,

and we don't play, I don't got time
For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold

The Obsidian Crown Unbound

Bal-Sagoth

The Chthonic Chronicles

2006

halted for one immemorial moment
And it was in that oddly immeasurable instant that the dark and peerless power unfettered by those grim pseudo-words

Watch them play
What the odds
They
Burn
Hopes break down by six below the ground
Now you're shivering
How's your home
Now run home
Hi, son
Hug your mom

Sons of Plunder

Disturbed

Ten Thousand Fists

2005

a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

As the countless numbers hunger
For worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder
Will roll up their

passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by

Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Artillery got a gun for every letter
In the alphabet while your family in pajama's
I'll be stepping in

your family or friends
It's not prejudice
I just think that's for the best
Don't let your son play with that doll
Or let your daughter play with that

Why [Live; Bonus Track]

Nichole Nordeman

This Mystery

2000

destroys all of the lies 
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes 
Look there below, see the child 
Trembling by her father's side 
Now I can tell You

Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds

They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For

And wait for wisdom to descend
But wisdom made her way below
In the form of a son of man

So you can look up to the heavens
And hope that stars might do

forgottenness of our memories and personhood here in this existence
We are driven down into hiding
Deep
Deep below in the depths of the place the devil reigns

that cannot bleed 
Below our dying sun

Nothing was set in stone 
Peaceful and on their own
High hills where children play
Those summer lawns and sunny

What you really know about time I'm it
Been a long time coming
So below as above it
Layer conjunction
Conveyer of nothing to something
I trip

LIKE GENES FROM FcTHER TO SON
PUT THE HIGH GROUND BELOW US LETS RISE UP cND ScY
WELCOME HOME MISSING WcRRIOR WE MUST FIND c WcY
WELCOME HOME MISSING

The Rocket That Grandpa Rode

Jimmy Buffett

Songs from St. Somewhere

2013

There's an old Gypsy Moth
Made of glue and cloth
That lands in a horse filled field
An unusual event for those palomino gents
Who just stared

I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that

Trudging through the icy mud and silt
Once devoured platters of bread
Now torn apart by the dog with three heads
Going further below
To those obsessed with

friend and my gunner
Said, "Watch out, they're coming up from under
Hope you sent a letter to your mother
We may be going down for the last time"

I said,

and rescue us
From hell and the grave
For all of us sinned and had fallen below
And we needed a savior the Savior to save
Jesus then came in the flesh