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this CD right here up in ya Lacc
But I can't guarantee you gon get your Hearing Back


Fiend - Verse 2 
He didn’t see it coming that Medicine assisted by

this CD right here up in ya Lacc
But I can't guarantee you gon get your Hearing Back


Fiend - Verse 2 
He didn’t see it coming that Medicine assisted by

Ancestor of Kings
Breaking Generational curses by any means
Outdated school curriculums was like a guillotine
Enlighten every step I take now
Billy Jean

cause I learn from mistakes off others
Uh I'm a true survivor, I'm awfully biased cause you know lordi lordi don't fuck with no liars
The darkest nights

I get stuck in my head sometimes
Feel like cryin I'm pushing thoughts to the side
Soul survivor know I'm a fighter I'm
Gon keep trying until the day

like Hitachi 
my hood chick, still impressed by hibachi 
I'm way too attached to the bands mariachi 
Maraschino cherry red chinos Moschino machismo 
I

won't work like that
Instances won't occur twice, should've listened then
I was just in Egypt
Basking in the regions
Passing by the Red Sea
Hoping that I

gon' be corrupt
Pullin' heat when he roll up and he killin' for the street that he throw up
Little nigga get killed by police, so what?
'Nother nigga

by the pen and ink
Superproxy why don't you just talk to me
My rhyme be stickin to ya head like epoxy
This is how it should be done ‘coz this rhyme is

Ballad of Jon Silver

The Real McKenzies

Loch'd & Loaded

2001

peoples brains.
She was boarded she was looted
She was scuttled till she sank
And the pale survivors left us
By the medium of the plank

I've been knocked down, but I won't Stay

On the ground, I'll rise up, make my voice heard, pound by pound, I may stumble, I May
Fall, but I never quit,

You've never met a finer gentleman
You'll never make a better friend
Than Mr. Singerman
By far the most well-travelled
He's all about communication,

tight like a stripper's thong
By the time the cops get here
We already gone
Abracadabra, magical rapper,
I could turn your life bitter like a Heineken

Does it seem that we're going nowhere again
Can it be that love has passed us by the way
Can't sy that we played the game so well
Are we to a point

Glenwood Projects
Racially mixed, combustible
It lead to conflicts
I was never raised prejudiced
My grandmother was a Holocaust survivor
And my uncle did

shouldn’t judge an engine by the car’s chipped paint
Baby, I’m a fighter in the robes of a saint
Pull me through your fire but I feel no pain
I’ll be

of sickness
Of sickness it pledges to quell

Serpent heads consumed

Casualties, unrest
Pawns filling unmarked graves
To the victor, the spoils  
Crowned by

Messiah to me
Could You be Messiah to me

Could You be father
To a soul that's been abandoned
By a world too busy to hear
Could You be friend
To a helpless

of alimentary matter
Contained in the yellowish sludge
Survivors of digestive process
Devoured by intestinal grubs

...Qualmish faecal feast
Excrement, xysma

I'm the stronger one
I'm a survivor
Will live my life alone
'til I find someone
Who doesn't run
When love is gone

CHORUS
Give me a kiss goodbye
Oh

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

the treasures are found
Back on the ship, the survivors
Scream out - the battle is won
The twenty men who couldn't
Make it to share their victory
May they now

I rise again from the ashes of the end.
I am the only survivor, the sole resident of a planet earth. 
Evolution? A dead end, failure of us all. 
 

Search for survivors in the filth and grime
Drones search high and low
Above and below
Exterminators without remorse or guilt
From scanning satellites