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What They Want
So you want to hear some rap shit? So you want to hear some rap shit?. Give'em what they want, give'em what they want, give'em what they want, give'em what they want..
Universal
Universal a universal, bring it to all bring it to all. Universal just like the sun, moon, star, man, woman and child. All relative out loud cosmic found sound, compound blend.
Together
I'ma let you know, check it. . Drop your guard, this time I come in peace,. healing bad blood. Seeking forgiveness and love,. mad hyped to squash all beef and toy fuss.
Touch
Birth to this emptiness, conception in lovelessness. Spiritless hands show no caress. There was no embrace from tear-stained faces. Environment bottomless compassion was motionless.
The Rush
Hit me, hit me with something real. Hit me cause I want to feel the rush. Cause I want to feel the rush!. . Damn you see'em play styles out quick. Absolute, expressive and nothing short of it!.
Tear Us Apart
We screamed with passion, can't remember warmer moments, can't recall brigther wholeness, we cried prayers to the sky, charismatic, glorious reflection.
Test Of My Heart
Test Of My Heart (x2). Test Of My Heart. (Test. My). Test Of My Heart. (Test. Of. My). . No, I won't, foretold coast to coast, footloose scenarios can't break my fame, maintain, trade, meditate, all hours can't wide, operate straight from this place I say, tall words, we'll stop to where I foretold to give or I will stop to drop what was still, I stop to clutch my blood, fucked up thoughts turned the plot.
Take 'em Out
Gotta flex that skill, yup! As I watch them kill. Greed the. seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justi-. fied. How many more will have to suffer? How many more will.
Stay In The Game
Ya best believe I'm breaking through at the sound of the hour. With so much on my mind alone on the tower. With visions of questing, the crafting of best things,.
Smiles & Cries
Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Chicalinda, mujer pan preciosa, chicalinda, chicalinda.
Sangre De Mis Manos
Mi espirtud ya esta cansado de cadenas psicologicas de pobresa,. Ahora me quito mis manos de mis ojos y miro la relidad,. y porque aceptamos posiciones subsirvientes sin preguntar.
Sickness
Say come killer! You know it is sickness! You can't deny it sockness!. Yes greed is sickness! Greed is sickness! I am not a lower form of human life!.
Ritual
Do you know what it is like to run?. Do you know what it is like to live in fear?. Do you know what it is like to run?. Do you know what it is like to live in fear?.
Prostitutionalized
Gots no milli vanill in me, sincerity constantly, no prefabri-. Cation, prefabrication! the words live free. question the. Intentions of this alternative generation, and do we even.
Pure Trauma
Go. . I'm still there. I'm still there so you think you're familiar with me, well, I passed long before you looked in these eyes, went on, vanished, left this temple young on a crowded bedside, piercing voices, high screams through a stained yellow wall, long before you spoke words to me I departed on perpetual nightfall.
Pocket Full Of Fatcaps
Twelve was the age that set me off with the "graff" style.. While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvinile.. Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought..
Play Big
Play Big. . I heard Bush was a drug dealer movin' them ki's to the platforms of offshore oil, black op's to pay off programs of manipulation and political assassinations, tons of opium to income puppet elections in central american soil, top government administration official run them narcotic for you.
Permanent Days Unmoving
The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone. The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold. I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway.
No Home (steady!)
Just, just, just because we rock the same style of tracks and we rock the same stage it don't put us on the same page like, like this. . Talk all the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you lookin' clueless to the roots of this proven movement, 300 and 60 degress of complete me, when you see these believe the meaning in 3D, full contact with fat tracks out the habitat I'm at, check the format, contrast to fad acts.
My American Prayer
Metzger! farrahakan! yup we got it going on. race in the mix. And the melting pot's hot! well, I don't know where you're at,. But I know where I've always been: downset at the bottom with.
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