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OnlyPantherFaninMaine

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"Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me.

Idleness and dissipation breed apathy.

I sit on my ass all goddamn day,

A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to

Say what you must, do all you can,

Break all the fuging rules and

Go to Hell with Superman and

Die like a champion, yeah hey!

Hey I don't know if the billions will survive,

But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5.

My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core.

I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door.

So do what you must, do all you can,

Break all the fuging rules and

Go to Hell with Superman and

Die like a champion, yeah hey!

"

Bad Religion - Do what you want

To all you people standing proud, thinking you know what I’m about:

I think you can fug yourself

From your safe distance in this crowd

That’s when your voice becomes so loud

Still trying to keep us down

Walk one mile in shoes I never asked to fill

But still press on….

I slipped, I fell, then I lost everything

My hope, my faith, in what the future brings

In hopes of pushing past the ties that keeps us down

We sing together now.

Give me one reason to look you in the eye

Tell me exactly why it is that you think you are worth my time

To all the ones that shakes my hand

Then talk your poo behind my back

To those who claim they understand

But never heard a word of what I said

In spite of you I am still here

This vision has never been more clear

As we sing together now.

Rise Against - Obstructed View

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Raw I'm a give it to ya, with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation

like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead

you might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'

I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

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I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

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One of my favs from the past ten years, great solo too.

When you look you see right through me

Cut the rope, fell to my knees

Born and broken every single time

Always keep me under finger

That's the spot where you run to me

Might see some type of pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water

It comes to wash away the sins of you and I

This time you see

Hey hey hey

When you seek me you destroy me

Rape my mind and smell the poppies

Born and bloodied every single time

Always keep me under finger

That's the spot where you might linger

But I see some type of pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water

It comes to wash away the sins of you and I

This time you see

Like holy water

It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry

This time with me

[guitar solo]

When you look you see right through me

Cut the rope, fell to my knees

Born and Bloodied

Every single time

Yeah, here comes the water

It comes to wash away the sins of you and I

This time you see

Like holy water

It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry

This time with me

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He gave me the address then I ran outside

But first I took the keys to his van outside

And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash

A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash

I was dumb glad

The poo didn't fit in one bag

So I got three, filled 'em all up to the TEE

And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck

When I got back, CODY done popped them punks

"Hey yo', fug it L, we might as well pop these studs"

Now that's four bodies

Two outta-towners and two hotties

And after that we ain't sleep for three days

We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways

Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded

Celebratin nigga, heist completed

Big L- The Heist

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Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing

Analytically, I assault, animate things

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat

Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding

Casually create catastrophes, casualties

Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing

Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough

Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low

Eatin other editors with each and every energetic

Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette

Furious fat fabulous fantastic

Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics

Gift got great global goods gone glorious

Gettin godly in his game with the goriest

Hit em high, hella height, historical

Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy

Imitators idolize, I intimidate

In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state

Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints

Justly, it's just me, writin my journals

Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on

Karate kick type brits in my kingdom

Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is

Learned lame louses just lose to my livery

My mind makes marvelous moves, masses

Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered

Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally

Knack, never lack, make noise nationally

Operation, opposition, off, not optional

Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals

Perfected poem, powerful punchlines

Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime

Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum

Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh

Really raw raps, risin up rapidly

Riding the rushing radioactivity

Super scientifical sound search sought

Silencing super fire saps that are soft

Tales ten times talented, too tough

Take that, challengers, get a tune up

Universal, unique untouched

Unadulterated, the raw uncut

Verb vice lord victorious valid

Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished

? well would a wise wordsmith just

Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large

X-height letters, and xylophone tones

Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws

Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)

Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith

Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

Cut Chemist- Alphabet Aerobics

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My peeps get dirty like cleats

Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets

Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease

MWA, may you rest in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours

Four-four, and fifty-four draw

There's my pilot, steers my Lear, yes my dear

Sh*t's official, only, the Feds I fear

Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying

The kids the dog, everybody dying -- no lying

So don't you get suspicious

I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious

As I leave my competition, respirator style

Climb the ladder to success escalator style

Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death

controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh

I spit phrases that'll thrill you

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

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When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard

Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted

Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh

Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it

Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G

Disrespect me - my potency is deadly

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blackpanther is my new best friend.

Bringing the grand total to ...........1 :D

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Hocus Pocus by Focus

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