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Thunder

Jon & Vangelis

Short Stories

1980

Oh, sevens worth a say, like a lie, five and one
My favourite died in pain, by a guy, son of a gun
He jumped through the horse, I guess

parties, rest in peace to Marley
Try not to get booked by Officer Lavarti

What's shaking?
My fate is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace

Play The Next Man

EPMD

Business Never Personal

1992

(Erick Sermon) 

What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin 

My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin 

You like me  I can tell by your

like my ice on top my heart you know it's cold
Just me you forever, 2 souls never fold
Got my weapon by my side that I never gotta hold
Wesson met Smith

offer up my soul, my blood
The world will know You gave your best

My God forgive them of this sin
They know not what they do
Is all according to Your

I don’t need a wallet cause my money can’t fold
I’m running up a check just like I'm Usain Bolt
How am I richer than you and you sold your soul

say "you play the piano"
You don't "work the piano"
Welcome to Soul
'Cause I'm just saying how I feel
You respect it or you don't but regardless Just

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

Do this for fun now I'm on the run cause I had to get me some money right quick
No you not the one call you my son
Shit I might just play a lil bit

they cross my way

I do not tip toe Im sending war by the boat load
Look in the air bro I bet that you cant see His Ghost
I gotta squad inside my soul

Body in the Trunk

N.O.R.E.

S.O.R.E.

Like you and this nigga used to go to school

Back in 204 son tell me it's not
Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
He was on top
Locked from

Joffrey now cut his head off put it on the fence

Yes I am a Barb that means I'm riding with the goat

Father-son the spirit aka holly ghosts (amen)

It's

and I'll snatch it, bury the hatchet
Bitch on my dick going batshit
Heart's beating faster, this a disaster, Imma go ghost like I'm Caspar
It's a Monday

my skin is unforgivable 
How can I escape the spell
That you cast so well?

You're not helpless
You're not a poet
You're a goddamn selfish human being

will be done 'til the ends of the Earth
The God of Israel
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Yahweh Sabaoth, He’s the Lord of Hosts
A man is what You’re not

prison in a Black Maria
The only thing you even pulling is some gonorrhea
Make his noggin go boom, onomatopoeia
A hunnid SoundCloud plays cause you said my

Fuck Your God

Deicide

Scars of the Crucifix

the Christians are I will not go.
Fuck your god

Fuck his, commandments, and prophet's left stranded to die, 
Not in my heart or my soul as I go through this

Wu Banga

GZA

Supreme Clientele

2000

His remarkable armor is supreme!"

Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,

His remarkable armor is supreme!"

Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,

words like honey
And voices like velvet
Empty promises
And kind eyes
Behind fake smiles
Because they do not care
About the soul they're killing
Inside

It Wasn't Me, It Was the Fame

EPMD

Unfinished Business

1989

As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off
A sucker tried to play me, the E I'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like Warsaw
It reminds

tell her to
Oh yeah it tempting that we go downtown
Soul may drown when we shoreline bound
Do not call to me, no I'll attempt to dig
Down by the river

I'm discreet go hard when I'm raving  
I'm discreet go hard when I'm raving 
Get up and put my ps in the caymans 
Not fair life's not fair don't play

on a track (run it up ) cause I'm done with running (I'm done ) cause I cast all my burdens all to the son (to the son ) yeah I believed the devils lies for