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I don't wanna know
What's the wage of sin
I don't wanna know
What the cat dragged in
I don't wanna know
If it's here or there
Don't wanna know
If I

I stand alone
Never worried bout being grouped in
They hate to see me winning
So first place is what I'm cooped in
Claim that he a stepper
But don't

views or your plays
Your ego, opinion, possession or wage

Superficial, keep on running your mouth
It's official, gonna catch you a fade
Lack of common

my cup
Pussy wussup you had a lot to say so nigga wussup
Ion claim opps they don't do shit cause they already know wussup
All he do is talk like his

wage
We can break out
Oh no, you're wasting your time
Stop it
Get back inside before
Blue resembles a knock on the door
Oh no, they're back in the sky

War paint on my face
dissuade the plague of
brave invades
to Rein
the wage
stealing of my home

War paint on my blades
display the angst
that stains

on shit as they claim

They just sit around
Talking bout what they gone do
Instead of getting up and getting payed
But hey

They gone do what they need

WAGE”

Waiting for this
oh now I can see it resting right between my eyes
Weatherman said it was rain and pouring
but of course we live outside

If all

Stab your back not only once
They keep on slashing 'til you're slain
They searching high and low
For a way to shift the blame
Claim yo shit is flames
But

And find your own way
They live their lives to a waste
Looking for something to claim
Their just a bunch of posers
Bending over for a wage
And I don't really

showing fake compassion
Shoot a nigga claim it was accidental
See we still in chains but it's all mental
I can show you better cuz I ain't God and if you

of dwindling resource 

Why not wage our enduring battle 
against those rogue elites - our real enemies
And rather than our cheap guns of metal 
Use ones made

a black-bordered box
cnd headlined, “cttention cll Critics and Cops”
Two desperate outlaws deserving the name
Seek one honest Christian with a comparable claim

cnd

periods
I ain't religious so I never pray to graven images
I praise the infinite
And what a crakkka claim is pagan influence
The ancestors did it in

and entertain

yeah

How the fuck you niggas claim the streets

Yeah

When trouble coming niggas use they feet

yeah

Talking wages how that boy gone eat

yeah

They claim to fight
Fight for you and me
Soldiers of freedom
And of sovereignty
But I gaze at their facade
I see the lies
They'd sell you out with

s•o•u•l so erotic (mmm) (mmn); y'all's dinners made; Hush mami; mami lemme play;... (thoughtin');... (ahh);... She gon love it; talking minimum wage

hit a stage (No, y’all can’t do it)
Let me see y’all write a page (Y’all not gon’ do it)
Let me see you make a decision I made
And claim that I don’t

hit a stage (No, y’all can’t do it)
Let me see y’all write a page (Y’all not gon’ do it)
Let me see you make a decision I made
And claim that I don’t

Gotta go harder, that n***a finna die
Gotta go harder, that n***a finna die
Y'all better put him on that charger
Ain't nobody claim no money on my

This Means War

Rizzle Kicks

Roaring 20s [Deluxe Edition]

2013

Estate war
What you got an aggy face for?
We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
We

Justifiable Homicide

Dying Fetus

Destroy the Opposition

Down through the past, it's a spiral into night
Try if you can; break this cycle clean.

Work for a wage, it's a lie, it's a mind game,
Breaking your

rapping they know who I am
Now she want fuck on me claim that she loving me 
Bitch, eat that ham
Wam, bam, thank you ma'am
Hit some shams, you can scram

quickly to open doors
While we don't know, what lies behind, until we meet contracts
To work for a light skin, for a minimal wage
Damn!
Too many corners, we