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a private stash
I never get high but I will give it a try
Man I'm going legal in Californi-a
I'm on my way
With a fistful of sand and an old palm tree
I close

that way for too long
i woke up this morning, it came without warning

we got no reason to fight
so will anybody join us tonight
will you stop and give

Kailakee Kailakoo

Middle of the Road

The Best of Middle of the Road [RCA]

1972

You say you're tired of TV Cartoons
Searchin' for taxis on wet afternoons
Telephones ringing and grey city streets
Sweet talking salesman in flashy

you goodbye, get you out of my life
but i want you.

FLAVA
is this just a thug affair im on it for real
its the ill hits that breaks hearts and tears

brought
By these three charming chaps

... the right cogs loose
To break free from that farm
And bring the right pro-duce
For this rappin' sitcom
A program

nigga saw butt
Now I’m speaking, can’t keep my jaw shut (Uh)
Law sucks, so we dodge ‘em one time
Rest in peace to grandmother one time
City streets and my

Shawn Kemp, I'm supersonic
Got mad gems that drop and stones to throw
We're all black and I'm high
Like a murder of crow don't you know?
That's how by

Moet
You read the Wall Street Journal
Later for the comic
Far from dumb because you practice logic
You lived poor in the ghetto
Never had the money

for the guy who's selling rope

But the day will come
When we tear what you built down
It might not matter to you
If by then you are in the ground
But

Living in fear because the world is cold
And hope might be coming but you never know.
There are dead end streets around every turn.
And a road map

Themindzi

Mastamind

Themindzi

2000

Mastamind
Boy, ridin the streets blind, you lookin at I
I got the look in my eye that I could die
Never fear, fuck dyin I done been there
Like a spirit in

Forever

Mastamind

Themindzi

2000

ain't no Mastamind
Boy, ridin the streets blind, you lookin at I
I got the look in my eye that I could die
Never fear, fuck dyin I done been there
Like

king but nhasi ndomwa Castle
Mababy 4 4 backseat yemukombi
Vana vakaumbwa no dhaga

My guts were tightened by a screw driver
Thats why i don't do nothing

Yeah we drinking bloody Mary, sitting by the pool
Come again, I never lose
I'm on a mission, Tom Cruise
Mix it up, Jamba Juice
I'm scared of heights but

disabled
Shit you even thought about cutting the cable 
So that the 6 o'clock news will stop showing your people

A hypocrite, but I move like 4 times safer

on the street
who never go for what they need
guided by a certain beat
oh I tried so hard to stand the heat

in this moment with you
tried to follow what's true

you tell' em the secret
It may be too late, you know the secret

Wandering the streets which were to become our city
We were all convinced, we would

Divorcee by 23

Clare Bowditch & the Feeding Set

What Was Left

2005

Well it seems you've got a baby girl
To a man who will not love you well
And your walkin' down Brunswick street
And you're buyin' the baby's tears

Up in Smoke

Culture VI

Elite

2004

intentions
Of them grime thunnys holdin down ya' local street block
That gave the notion of commotion cities open detox
The cleansing begins without trees

everywhere
Hiding in the corners 
Whisper in your ear
We live on tears 
The ones you weep
We feed to the dragon 
That never sleeps

Halloween ghosts
Rise

How long till my heartstrings snap and I end up in tears?
The demons are getting too near
No one ever promised the path would be crystal clear
Yeah,

as an block.
A tear drops, Cried out loud.
Felt sour. I believed in you.
please someone kill me.
Is there anything that
won't never and ever change.
Now I am

dream—a thousand minds believe

But where I’m going

This depends on me


Stay in the street

As these machines are passing by

Firm on our feet we all will

Tales from the crypt
I been feeling bliss
Spittin on the track
Into my abyss
New eclipse get
On the scene
Whipping down
Main Street
Passing bags