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JOB FOR A COWBOY lyrics - Gloom

Signature Of Starving Power

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Let the money glutton kings recommence Their laws with a hushed signature of starved power. Silently wielding their supremacy Blindly over the heads of a shackled empire. A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule To have absolutely no clout. A nation stripped naked of all rights from the fingertips Of ravenous dictating wolves. So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute. The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda. With new commandments birthed and implanted, They compose phobias from the running blood of thousands. Stand before your corporate Gods Intoxicated on money and power. Let the money glutton kings recommence Their laws with a hushed signature of starving power. A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule To have absolutely no clout. A nation stripped naked of all rights From the fingertips of ravenous dictating wolves. So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute. The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda. The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda. With new commandments birthed and implanted, They compose phobias from the running blood of thousands. [Solo] A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule To have absolutely no clout. A nation stripped naked of all rights From the fingertips of ravenous dictating wolves.

FreeNation Rebel Soldier

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton Fuck your stocks, I'm a bigger option Fuck your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping Fuck you thought it was Niggas talk, we don't make them stop Cause we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints [?] Got caught up with a case Nigga handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, nigga, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till shit done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad bitch and Hip hop was still full of classics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves Nigga let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk shit, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You niggas faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been killing them since Killing Them Softly I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight [x4] Now put your hands up [x4] I got love for all of my niggas Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier

G's Up

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
[Chorus:] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset) [2x] [MAx B:] I had to fade 'm into black Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back And before all that I used to make 'm pump crack Ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back Max leave the streets, please the don't want that They need me in the shit The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip U ain't seen a nigga flip Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga shrimps 39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips Beat the nigga bitch, Till she bleedin from the lips...yeah Got me speedin in the six Drunk off the hen, breezin in the mist Chicks believin in the dick, dick Feenin'for a sniff Got me needin for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up [CHORUS] [Jim Jones:] The picture gettin clearer If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear Lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror Burnin in the pike in this brand new Carrera The game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder My gang hungry, no money that we scared off And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us We still loosin soldiers at this war Like every other week i'm pourin cold drinks at the floor We just lost iky, he was going to the store That's why i roll around the fully loaded in the door Majority time, i'm tryna stay above the poverty line And that's a major part of my grind I still hit the hood and park my car in the nine While the little niggas pump hard with dimes [CHORUS] [J:] The say succes is like amen (pray for me) U see police will arrest us while we rollin' We stay on heat so if u press we ain't foldin U see me in the streets so there ain't no question bout ?? [M:] We pimpin easy Niggas hate, come teach me The niggas with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I KNOW) Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy Snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me [J:] Fuck 'em i can't let them break me A ?? and a man is what it makes me I rather ride in the lambo's and the AC Top down, stoppin for nothing, coming through frollin' [M:] I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for nuttin I got a passion for this shit cause i love it Like a piece of pussy when i'm fuckin, waitin to come Runnin the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun [CHORUS] [Jones talkin' until end]

Julie

WAYLON JENNINGS "Hangin' On"
When I married Julie She was just seventeen Pretty as the answer To any man's dream. [Instrumental] From the start I gave Julie All the love that I've had Though everyone told me That Julie was bad. Julie liked parties And clothes that fit tight Drinking and dancin' Around late at night. She was everything evil With the face of a child But I sat home and waited While my Julie went wild. I had built me an empire With my own two hands With the money and power To break any man. But with all my possessions, Power and gold Julie was one thing I couldn't control. I gave Julie All my money could buy Begged her to love me But she wouldn't try. She'd only laugh Then walk out the door Each time she'd hurt me Made me love her more. [Instrumental] Now I'm locked in this room They say I'm insane And I guess that I'll never See my Julie again. I'm a man with a heart And a tormented soul And the mind that Julie Drove out of control...

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