mama dee Just a dead man?s letter from the potter?s field Heeey mama! Hey! Heeey mama yo. Heeey mama! Hey! Just a dead man?s letter from the potter?s
of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've
of order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock
and niggaz want the crown So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin down The situations critical with stories on the streets Kill em dead and get yo
father - Dead by his own hands: an epitaph worthy no king. And so is everything a nameless lie. Who, my god, am I? Man knows me as Lucifer, the serpent
, you start to suffer The RZA, the RZA The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's
Jim Crow southern sea If you can't speak out against this kind of thing A crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt Your mind
s not fun so I don't laugh To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one You know how you be feelin' sad That's how I feel when I grab
who said this shit here would never happen Now who's laughin you said we'd never make it by rappin But you was dead wrong this song was made to strictly
For desperation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She's bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart She's alkaline
Victoria Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardor of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At
- Trophies in the final war The plague of man - Crowned in terror - Hate and soulless might It's not over yet - Racing down these dead-end streets There's
Let me find out who broke now, uh huh There's love in the East and there's love in the West Coast to coast G's do what you do best Just get your bread
holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
it was legal to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead What the fuck was his song? Never heard of