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. . (We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it. And the street is filled with a thousand burning crosses. And what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights). . Still the choir girls
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. No more what ifs. Could-be's. One day's. If only's. If the sky falls down. What if it don't work out. What if a black cat crosses my path. Does that mean you and me, we're not gonna last?. What if Mr
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. No more what ifs. Could-be's. One day's. If only's. If the sky falls down. What if it don't work out. What if a black cat crosses my path. Does that mean you and me, we're not gonna last?. What if Mr
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Killing in the name of!. . Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are
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givin' it up. It never crosses his mind Didn't say much, had a soft touch. Knew what felt good in her man. He was the same way, they split the next day. Sang all the way through the Yucatan Livin' it
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radio. Nah * it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas. Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang. While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
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, you're standing way too close. Groupie boy worse than a new ho. Cold heart growin, need a new coat. Too high, tryna find my new low. (Interlude). To me a moving nature. Crosses the line into the relation
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friends. Cause in the end it was all about the ends But * that I know it gotta be more to it. Held up with bitter hate with crosses all through it. And when I looked, what did I see?. You on the
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nothin' fancy. Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces. Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue. And clog the * outta
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) tatoos 4. 4giveness (crosses) I mite not get but 4give me (losses) I'm here n I'm fightin like a. Motherfucker (motherfucker) triple cs xcited like a motherfucker (tripple cs) say a prayer put da weed in
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Blackheart Man, just like the the Blackheart Man. I even get blamed without a reason just like the Blackheart Man. Just like the Blackheart man yau. . No cross, no crown, no sorrow, no trial and crosses In
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pills til I dose off. Wake up, *** the mic then I go's off. Too G for office, boss of all bosses. Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses. I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron. We
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wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide. The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide. They're breakin' beams and crosses with a *'s reelin' perfection. Nuns run bald through
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go's off. Too G for office, boss of all bosses. Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses. I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron. We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in. I'm
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. . But something is happening here. And you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones?. . Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you. And then he kneels. He crosses himself. And then he clicks
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paperwork. Albert's in the graveyard, Frankie's raising hell. I'm beginning to believe what the scriptures tell. . I've gone where the Southern crosses The Yellow Dog. Get away from all these demagogues
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. . But something is happening here. And you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones?. . Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you. And then he kneels. He crosses himself. And then he clicks
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three in my crosses. Sittin' on the rooftoop, pop, pop, pop. Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa flop flop. The brothers didn't like your record 'Cuz it wasn't hip-hop, hop. But this ain't a ***, 'cuz
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) tatoos 4. 4giveness (crosses) I mite not get but 4give me (losses) I'm here n I'm fightin like a. Motherfucker (motherfucker) triple cs xcited like a motherfucker (tripple cs) say a prayer put da weed in
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) tatoos 4. 4giveness (crosses) I mite not get but 4give me (losses) I'm here n I'm fightin like a. Motherfucker (motherfucker) triple cs xcited like a motherfucker (tripple cs) say a prayer put da weed in
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or nice. I can be all the things you like. Swinging my crosses side to side. La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. Just go to hell. If you're gonna treat me right
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The sister of sunlight. Comes to my lonely life. Bearing the crosses I hung. I hung on my lonely wife. And the anchor told me. If I prayed by the river. That the sweet sound of water. Would
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Where the river cross. Crosses the lake. Where the words. Jump off my pen. And into your pages. Do you think. Just like that. You can divide. This you as yours. Me as mine to. Before we
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across crosses the line. Some of the time, then cross it with pride. That's real my nigga, remember that. And ain't nobody if they remember you they remember rap. So just spit it back and hope somebody
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moving product from the porches. People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses. The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices. So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices
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throw dice and nothin' wins. And everything you put your hands on be crumblin'. And when everything you plan on come to an end. Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass. Hangin' crosses on
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throw dice and nothin' wins. And everything you put your hands on be crumblin'. And when everything you plan on come to an end. Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass. Hangin' crosses on
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there's no regrets . I'll be here when the ride stops . These comforts to me . And these crosses to bear . With which we live . Just around the corner . Half a mile to heaven . Strong enough to hold you
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some crosses and some painted. Goal posts through it (dirt). You know you came from it (dirt). And some day you'll return to. Chorus. This elm shade red rust clay. You grew up on. That plowed up ground
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You want two heads on your body. And you've got two mirrors in your hand. Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick. And your nose is too small for this land Inside your head is your
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You want two heads on your body. And you've got two mirrors in your hand. Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick. And your nose is too small for this land Inside your head is your
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. She's got me saying something I never thought that I'd be saying again. And I can't explain 'Cause you're the dark black cat that crosses my path. And you're the mystic train that rolls off the track
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Where the river cross, crosses the lake. Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages. Do you think just like that you can divide this?. You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us If
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You want two heads on your body. And you've got two mirrors in your hand. Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick. And your nose is too small for this land Inside your head is your
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You want two heads on your body. And you've got two mirrors in your hand. Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick. And your nose is too small for this land Inside your head is your
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pureed sanitarily. Mr. Sulu warp speed, warp speed In the springtime of his voodoo Every road leads back to my door. Every road I will follow. Every road leads back to my door. Got all your crosses
