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a ratchet
I oil my glock while I play Janet Jackson
Boy I’m so muhfuckin high right now
Thought I just seen big worm in my cabinet
It be so much on my on my

sun hits them.
i have swum with turtles in the open sea.
i found ancient, rusty nails on the shore.
and written about the boat,
the sailors, and their

like you’re dying right now
But I swear to you, you are wrong
Yeah I swear, you’re so strong
History wasn’t written in a day
It culminates in years,

given
It's the storm that's glisten
Don't believe in what's written
I had a feeling so unmoored
Been living in a golden globe
Double-crossed by their

can't lose you now
So scared you won't meet me here
horrified of losing my chance
Head's in a daze, I'm stuck in a trance
Red ribbon, tied up by a string

can't hear You 
I turn back to where I met You
To these letters in red 
Yes these letters in red, I believe  
You always speak

I'm captivated by Your

to 125 and bought a red leather (another fact)
Man, your boy is on another planet
He just sitting in the whip by himself bumping Janet
Rhythm Nation,

Let's get straight to the point
I don't mean to mess around
By the end of the night
You're about to go down
You should spend the night
Don't be shy I

those soldiers
The holy ones written in that book of souls
And when this world is finally over
Called by a name that no one knows

Oh when the saints, oh

Garcia Vegas

11/5

Fiendin' 4 Tha Funk

chokin
Eyes kinda red blood shot from the contact
In a 67' Caddy bumpin Gap Band eight track
What you say nigga 11/5's in the house
So let me break it down

"I raise my hands
Bow my head
I'm findin' more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can

raised my hands, bowed my head
Finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
Oh,

Life's a fog at night red brake lights
The freeway beside a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some

works for hire
'Cause you're talkin' to the boss (the boss)
They talk about my future as it's written in the stone
Through battles with the virtues that I

Stabbed me in back so they can see it
When I jumped off the porch
I was deacon
No she ain't my type
Ms. Mavis Beacon

Shootin at Mack Maine
Thought

White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

Phil Ochs

The War Is Over: The Best of Phil Ochs

1988

before a man
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land

It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
It's written in the empty bed

Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Ayy
Ayy
(Hit-boy)

Still that bitch with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5 (beat it)
Told 'em, I'll be rich by

My twenties zooming by while thirteen felt much longer
Give me a second don't get mama any threads of silver
So put your hand in mine sip glass of wine

no bull shittin'
Never be quitting the music that we mixing
Anybody fixing for a diss is a victim
It's the r red e eye p posse in your area
Natives

to BABY

Song Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Only1Tipy Rap Written by Trevell Franklin
JString Rap Written by James Stringfellow
Performed by

defined by what's written in stone 
There's no turning back 

There's no turning back 
So pray to the red deer

As time passes by 
We're lost in the sounds

Rubicon

Ancient Rites

Rubicon

is a fire!
Behold the red dawn in the east!
Liberate thy soul)

If Caesar crossed the Rubicon, so can thee
Rise like a Phoenix, conquer land and see
By

Grippin Grain

Ghetto Brothers

The Freestyle Kings, Vol. 3

2004

on coo-coo
Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw
Reclined on buck, like I'm stuck in the mud
Ripping my mug cause I'm thug, sipping straight out

Red sky is fading stars
Comets fly in the night
These scars you see
Take time to heal
Tear drops in the night
Grievance of the heart
I know one day