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Lava Ground

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Brimstone fire, lava ground(how hot it is, oh, how hot it is, oh) de warriors nuh fear no death nor any form of terror oh pagan did mistake nuh make dey'll be a sorry dem made an error Bridge: war dem a study yes say dem deal wit it bloody yes gun dog and gun drankra dem sen threat dem say senseless killing a dem hobby yes find out say a war dem a study yes say dem deal wit it bloody yes battlefield coulda slippery or muddy yes deal wit dem rash because dem love di mess Chorus: dey upon di lava ground nuff a dem a look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have gun tell dem say di warriors nah ga run, nah ga run firm upon di lava gorund nuff a look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have a gun di warriors nah ga run Verse1: Ice through through di fire, nuh care how hot is I nuh weak heart, burn backative I saw, the positive wake up and live nuff a dem a hype bout machine, weh uncommon, something weh bigger dan di damn cannon di lightning will dun dem and dem gang with one hand, leave dem headless, no foot fi stand on Chorus: lava ground, nuff a dem a look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have a gun, tell dem say di warriors dem nah ga run, nah ga run deya pon di lava ground, nuff a look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have a gun warriors nah ga run verse2: Heights ova all and neva fall standing tall, while pagan ah crawl find piece a rope an go hang saul grab di all, ah take dem jus to bounce against da wall how u fi dis di Ras, we nuh fear nuh mass, fast ya have to crash di hotta lava splash dem got dem oil a dash dem make against da lass(ohhhhhhhhhhh) bridge: war dem a study yes say dem deal wit it bloody yes gun dog and gun drankra dey sen threat dem say senseless killin ah dem hobby yes war dem a study yes say dem deal wit it bloody yes battlefield coulda slippery or muddy yes deal wid dem rash, because dem love di mess Chorus: oh, lava ground nuff a look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have a gun tell dem say di warriors nah ga run, nah ga run, deya pon di lava ground nuff a dem ah look fi see I mogga down hype an worry a tru dem have a gun warriors nah ga run repeat verse 1: Ice through da fire, nuh care how hot it is I, nuh weak heart, burn backative I saw, the positive wake up and live nuff ah hype bout machine, weh uncommon, something much bigger dan di damn cannon di lightning will dun dem and dem gang with one hand, leave them headless, no foot fi stand on Chorus: lava ground nuff a dem ah look fi see I mogga down, hype an worry ah tru dem have a gun tell dem say fire stone nah ga run, nah ga run deya pon di lava ground, nuff a look fi see I mogga down, hype an worry a tru dem have a gun, warriors dem nah ga run nah ga run, yeah war dem a study yeah(lava ground) say dem deal wit it bloody yea(nah ga run, nah ga run)oh I see, love sellassie

Alligator

ACTION BRONSON "Saab Stories"
[Hook:] Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty I'm about to buy an alligator for my birthday My girl asking me, "Where you been?", don't worry She said, "Baby I crashed the Benz," don't worry. I ride so clean, my ride so dirty I'm about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday My girl asking me, "where you been?" don't worry She said, "baby I crashed the Benz don't worry." Dropkicks out the drop-top 6 Don't make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this Stay in the water like the lochness Shirtless rocking a locket Drugs in my pocket It's all for a profit Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster Orgies at Hofstra My bank account is like a polish doctor My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera My drug's as strong as Arnold They found her dead in the gold Impala Hanging backwards out the chopper The room smell like nam chopper Most my crew a bunch of art robbers [Hook] Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit I've driven every flavored whip there is to get Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut These mother fuckers praying that I don't make it I'm on the balcony stoned and naked playing sega Prince of Albania No money, nothing to say to ya I push the limo to the stadium Game 7, Knicks- Heat Me and Spike had to switch seats Cause he kept spilling henny all on my bitch feet Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet Down in Mexico eating chick meat [Hook] No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets. I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets Trying to purchase with a shoulders and a head niece She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon Said she was a daughter of a Reverend Well thank God I don't believe in heaven Butt cheeks sculpted like a horses hind Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line Annual abortion time Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough Well I'm not a doctor, but I know that's not a good sign Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine For years she was the hood slime Now no longer having a good time Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it Forever psycho stay the same, they feel it like a fiends wrist Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship My mustache like a Colonel Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the inferno.

Less One

ATMOSPHERE "Sad Clown Bad Spring #12"
[Chorus X2] Less one, just might lose breath Read me, my right's I've left Less one, just might lose breath [Verse 1] A routine stop, that's what he called it Registration, glovebox, license, wallet There's blood on the drivers face and neck So his police senses suspects it's a domestic The girl looked like she took one to the eye with his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside' Naturally the gentlemen asked them 'Why?' Now the gun's coming out the holster, that's his reply Passenger seat starts to scream like she ain't ever seen the same thing on the TV screen 'Mam - shut your motherfucking mouth And sir - may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out' Door opens, left leg touched down Within a split second upper torso was on the ground Like god damn, you could've snapped his spine Pigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swine Girlfriend's tryna hold back tears And the driver's on the concrete yelling and swearing Officer got a little bit lost in the zone It all took him back to childhood, home sweet home [Chorus X2] [Verse 2] Doesn't understand the reasoning for being lenient And won't give you the chance for anything but obediance He got that from his drunk old man Heavy-fisted bag of piss used to throw those hands That's why he never goes easy on kids He's got his own kids now, he knows exactly how it is Now last week he caught his son smoking speed So if you meet you might catch a couple broken teeth Sometimes it can get so intense Profiling the type that likes to put dick up in his princess It used to be hippy's, then it was black dudes Now she only fools around with loosers, with tattoos Well fuck em all, get on the ground dirt ball And sing hymns for the sins that protect and serve ya'll Peace disturbed, eat that curve Or you're looking down the barrel of steel made of nerves Puts his life into his work and work back into life so wife thinks he's a jerk Ain't no tellin what them boots might do if she leaves him for someone that looks like you [Chorus]

66th Street

ATMOSPHERE "Sad Clown Bad Winter #11"
Hi, can I help you? [Verse 1] I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary But I remember that the ground was made of snow And if you went outside, you better take your coat I must have been nineteen years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store Working the counter making minimum doe Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast But I bet that I looked sorta dumb When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun There I am, adrenaline high and Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it You probably ain't here to win the lottery So you obviously gotta be robbin me He nodded his head so opened up the till And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill I handed him the cash and the food stamps He just stood there looking all confused and I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?" C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid That bag is worth maybe two-thirty Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me By now you should be down the street Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV? Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out "Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?" Before the ski way even started noddin I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand The front door beeped, I heard him leave So I called my boss and the Richfield police Gotta close the shop and lock the doors Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store [Phone call between Slug and police officers] [Verse 2] Everybody acted so suspicious I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement? Don't you see my left over adrenaline? Bosses and cops can't be my friend Never felt loyalty to either again And to keep it real, the irony didn't set Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes

Prison Trilogy (Billy Rose)

JOAN BAEZ "Come From The Shadows"
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge driving someone else's car The local midnight sheriffs claim to fame In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded Knowing they'd remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost They saw he was severely repremanded In the blackest cell on A Block He hanged himself at dawn With a note stuck to the bunk head Don't mess with me, just take me home Come lay, help us lay Young Billy down Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien For coming across the border with a baby and a wife Though the clothes upon his back were wet still he thought That he could get some money and things to start a life It hadn't been to very long when it seemed like everything went wrong They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home This foreigner, a brown-skin male thrown into a Texas jail It left the wife and baby quite alone He eased the pain inside him With a needle in his arm But the dope just crucified him He died to no one's great alarm Come lay, help us lay young Luna down Were gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive And leave the joint and walk the streets again As the time he was to leave drew near he suffered all the joy and fear Of leaving 35 years in the pen And on the day of his release he was approached by the police Who took him to te warden walking slowly by his side The warden said You won't remain here but it seems a state retainer claims another 10 years of your life He stepped out in the Texas sunlight The cops all stood around Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards Then threw himself on the ground They may as well just laid the old man down And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground Help us raze the prisons to the ground

Vacate

Keller Williams
there's a line in the sky its jet exhaust its moccassin looking straight cloud and if you turn your head sideways it can look like a distant twister coming to swing a cow a quarter mile in three seconds. and lift up my camper and drop her down not so gently ain't nothing to worry about its all under control ain't nothing to see here please vacate the premisses we must secure the area and dust for prints let the evidence be fondled mentally attempt to solve the mystery thats before you with clues and leeches poppin up take em down town for questioning ain't nothing to worry about its all under control ain't nothing to see here please vacate the premisses you have the right to remain silent as well as to yell! at the top of your lungs why abuse your rights why not abuse your wrongs its there where the fun begins and the things we see in the clouds become real she creeps by candle light shadows to start conversing and the flowers on the bedspread waiting to suck me up i drift to unconciousness only to awake till metal starts grinding on pavement riding next to my head line in the sky its jet exhaust its mocassin looking straight cloud and if you turn your head sideways it can look like a distant twister coming to swing a cow a quarter mile in three seconds a lift up my camper and drop her down not so gently ain't nothing to worry about its all under control ain't nothing to see here please vacate the premisses

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