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the news today oh boy
she was a young american
oppressed by old established men

i heard the news today oh boy
he was a young american
killed cause

SOILED IN REGRET

It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't

to squeeze nigga
I don't mind wettin' up yo' type
Try me you dirty slimy
Sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?
That's when he show and prove that he a liar

man of all will live to see
That he was right when he chose to disagree
With those who simply wasn't wise enough
To blind to see through the crack-man's

Ali/ music coursing through my veins like Im running IV's/ I see the enemy keep attacking my piece/ by attacking my mind/ telling me ill never be great/

And

Waterdeep

Sink or Swim

My fascination with a single common theme 
And I am hounded by the fear that I might be losing it 
Slipping from reality into dream 

When my

talk

And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better

Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall

For another

The Mountains of Mourne

John McDermott

Irish Spirit: A Celtic Celebration

peter o'loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street

Watermarks on your cheeks
You can still see the scene so clearly
He was just 17
Now there's flowers by his locker
They cleaned up all the hallways

old
So I took it as a hint
When on my mission spree
Mind full of hatred
Got me fucka, time is hard you see
That monkeys on my back
And I can't get him

Oh
Yeah
Oh
Oh
Yeah
It's a Saturday
Pull up
Roll up with my crew
We was chilling up
Never thought I would walk by you
He said she a Pisces
Gotta

...during his first hours in the death house he is painfully overcome by
the emotional memories of his family and childhood...

I close my eyes

Like Whaaat

Problem

Like Whaaat

2013

my bros on lock, them hoes on stock
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding,
My bitches red

Ladies love me wanna date me even like that people hate me
Got me feelin' all elated when I grew up broke degraded
Im so happy that I made it before my

mind, swine he's the anti christ
Keeps his wrists sliced all the time just to feel the pain
We are one
We are the same

Grade A days stuck in the grave

Skyline views when I hit it in the mornin'
I hit a couple stretches
Scratch a couple things off my checklist
Then I'm gettin' back to the money
Laughing

to a
Fallen angel in Hell's Kitchen
I seen death on the street corner
It smell sickening
Told a homie to watch his step
Then he fell victim
Out of sight, out

and tock behind the scenes
Of peoples mind
You be badmind
When you see a yute like me just be sublime
Jealousy
A dat yuh pick
Afta dat nuh ina it
You

'm at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field
Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin

pictures of me)
(No, hi, heh heh) (Stop!)
(Are you recording me?, no)
(He accidentally got stung by a bee) (I'm noir 2.0)
(Yeah?, yeah watch)
(I'm so

Dead 4 Life

Sicx

Dead 4 Life

heard my forty-four callin up on me, in that
Back again with that Manson mind
And now my blood's on that wall; all I can say is its about time

Looking up

first
Off a cliff, 
to demise,
He must slip, 
Till he dies,
To come back
And attack.
Terrorize is the prize,
Remember all the lies,
Death in his eyes,
So

back to his suite, 'cause you're thinking maybe later
You can ply him with some drinks
And keep the rubber when he rapes ya
That last part was in

was the victim
Straight shot into the dome
How could he be so cold
Was the reoccurring question
Coming from the boys home
Mamma gone into a zone
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