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the truth
My blinded eyes could only see right through
The fate decided for you

Reduced to the smallest amount
At your mercy
Screeching out to the fucking

Dark Riders

Swollen Members

Droppen the Bomb

[Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

Hip Hop Forever

1998

Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one why'all. 
 We going to swing it like this... 
 I'm right in front of my front

all I see in this mystery.

These feelings I hold near, come spilling out onto here.
Can't quite articulate just what I've done with my fate.
Choir

Tryna make a mixtape
Skate the days away
All Upon my griptape
I grip fate by the face
And say

Give me mine
Cause too many see the fame
Just by stepping

a hair bow

They keep on starving us
Now I got a bone to pick like a paleontologist
Won't see it coming
Not making it obvious
Told me to quit, and it made

the lettuces (Yeah)
She love my tunes now I'm all in her crevices (Fft, fft)
Yeah, too many bands
Come on ladies, that's too many hands
No time for randoms, I

Welcome to the world, baby boy, I'll paint you red and white and blue
The indoctrination starts as soon as you come out the womb
Pretty quick we'll

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

Greatest Hits

2002

Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one why'all. 
 We going to swing it like this... 
 I'm right in front of my front

Dwarfbeat

Robyn Hitchcock

Heaven

1985

a smell of burning and a screeching from the yard
There's a chicken in the chimney, there's a book on what to do
But I've never read it -- baby, have you?

love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my

Make it feel like you love me
How I feel when you touch me
By the way that you F*** me
Though I know you don't
I know you don't
Don't you love how

Make it feel like you love me
How I feel when you touch me
By the way that you Fuck me
Though I know you don't
I know you don't
Don't you love how

ancient mind
Unlearning all that you think you see

Dummies in a decline
Make-room for all the flesh you seek
Behead ego by guillotine 

I'm packin'
You

to see how people react 
N***a I'm fire I bet there ain't no questioning that 
So til the day that I'm finished and my skills diminish 
This game is what I

them shots and them tires screeching
I traveled all across the world, but you say you don't want to see me
Say "motherfuck that pussy boy", I bet he

3-2-1

Organized Konfusion

Stress: The Extinction Agenda

1994

and young, the Golden Child
I be the man with the gift of gab like Santa
Catchin' stacks of beats, from here to Atlanta
Ruah! What you say little weasel

To pierce you in yo juggler
Drain the fight of a struggler
Being neck deep in that debt
See how desperate things can get
Stress done gotcha deranged
Doing

but the bandleader said no so the
Next day, my father went to see him
Only this time with Luca Brasi"

I don't know when I have to come in Gus
You gonna

to see here

I've come to get the scoop - Tell me
Why the kids are gone? I'm-
Gonna keep diggin' until I get to the bottom
Since they went "simming"
It's

America
Do yall see this nigga
White cop killed a black woman with a fetus nigga
Now aint that murder to the double degree
But he was rewarded paid leave

come ride
I'll take you for a good time
Falling for you
Slip slide
Where you wanna eat?
No bitch you decide
Why do I look in the mirror and see a face I

Wondering, why would I decide to abide by
And ride wit a system that too many guys done died by?
The old worlds gotta go so kiss it bye bye
I hate how n****s

been no systematic
Never been no office bitch
Never been no democratic
What's that to people
When were lead by a weasel
It's easy to see through
A puppet