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their art of phobia
No cash for people
No place for utopia
but everything for the slavers
wealth to them and burden to us
burden to us

Another dark grey

This boy with the face of the future
Who spoke of the promised land...
And the pure art of dreaming
Don't take it for granted
Don't think for a moment

You seem to lack the common touch
But this old heart don't expect much
Just a bit of class when we run out of gas
On the highway of time

Spiritual

Music se pyaar aisa 
Vibe kar jaau metronome pe bhi
Class temporary tera
Permanent hai mera form bhi
Contemporary art ki classes lelo
Padhke mere

No Clas

Reagan Youth

A Collection of Pop Classics

1994

And at times I might be gentle
Don't mean that I'm a gentleman
And I ain't no performance art form
I am simply what I am

Got no class
I said got no class

Working class kid in a dead end town
Wants to get out before it brings him down
Turns on the radio, hears a sound
Now he knows that he's been

Blue School

Blue Scholars

Blue Scholars

Microphone check, microphone check

I'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create
Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate

srdce, bypass
Tenhle tune je fakt hard, všechno, co dělám, je high class
Tráva je high grade, potom jsem high i já
Má holka je fly, je fajná, ta tvá se moc

Mexican Modern Art
Wished I knew these terms to heart
I walked out of the class
Wished I was in my mothers arms

Mexican Modern Art
I think I've seen

Bakery mein main creampie dhoond rha hu
Repair hi nahi hui sleep cycle
Chaar baje raat ko on pH, I see dick like
Oh damn yeh toh lode ka fan art
Emojis use

different angles with the beam

To advance Ima head of my class
Glued to me love my art and my craft
Captain of the team I run it like track

Feeling like

bought
But I know they'll never own me (yeah)
Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showin' people how little we

bought
But I know they'll never own me (yeah)

Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showing people how little

to put me first because I do it last
I need a queen who independent and she got a craft
That brain good like I teach her, I ain’t talking class
I’m from

Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if

never out

We flock in Millionz of middle-class civilians
And Yo we gotta keep you listening 
Cause we're trying to reach your children 
Millionz

the savior out my core
I'm ashamed of where I been at, so I redirect the force
When family see the way your art is weaker than before
See my patience like

walking out with no class
Y'all niggas hoes actin out y'all age class
Walking out the bank and i'm feeling like first class
I got that juice but y'all drink

Class Class Class
Ya'll stay stuck in my past
You mad at me for going hop
You throwing from your glass
We surpass
No we aint basic
I rap on mustard

I'm smokin' organic, gas
Cause I'm a savage, but still got some class
Purple potions smokin' in my glass
Hand you a blunt, take a puff and then pass,

I know what you want 
You don't gotta remind me 
Pour up then breathe slow 
This the art of Unwinding
I know what you want 
You don't gotta remind me

the truth so I talk with the ark 
It's like Jamal Crawford's shot 
I'm Bodhidharma with a new martial art 
Them hidden colors found in the dark bring you

Já sem fuckin fresh přinesu ti novej zvuk
To co dělaj oni není Art ale hluk
Dělal jsem sám cash už když jsem byl malej kluk
Žádnej hustle žádnej

to middle class residents 
publicly laugh and chuckle drunk as they pass then to corrupt the gift 
as a hustle for simple cash, so pucker and kiss my ass.