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No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin' Lost
, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong The China men built the railroad, the Indians
We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and
to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah
bar room in which we must waits 'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates And we stack all the dead men
and I'm swallowin my pride And I'm workin' on the Jungle Cruise ride I should be there on Broadway Knockin' 'em dead in "12 Angry Men" But instead I
Sometimes I feel his feet When I'm fast asleep I know that I'm dreaming But the touch is soft and sweet I went to see the silent sailor And the sailor
Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket Arrest the block
Lady Death, still I'm shady Okay, they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my
I'd like to say that you're in my dreams. [J:] You're the one who made my dreams come true [B:] You're usually dead, [J:] a few [B:] without a head, [
mind was manic'n Thinkin' I don't know where they hands then been Relationships with men have been so damagin' She thought back to when she was at Howard and Dreams
hate MC's that come out with dead line's like 'I shoot crack and guns' that's cheesy.. -Dappy- Rarrst, Many man I know are livin' in a dream-land..
seven years old Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos His mama cried "My beautiful boy is dead" In the hills the self-made men just
wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man New York New York big city of dreams And
at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead He was killed by the saviors of his own dream Armah - 2000
I can't allow it Bow if you recognize royalty My motor skills is more like a well oiled machine any team that we construct we'll blow your dreams up
Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit) We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit The whitehouse be the projects We study all that evil dialect Dead sea