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If Coke is a mystery, Micheal Jackson, history. If beauty is truth and surgery the fountain of youth. What am I to do?. Have I got the gift to get me through the gates of that mansion?. . If O
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swear to god it wasn't just you. I found the guy that found the map he's going insane. He can't remember my name x2. And it was just like you said. We got back to the mansion bowed both our heads. I
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Tonight down here in the valley. I'm lonesome and oh how I feel. As I sit here alone in my cabin. I can see your mansion on the hill Do you recall when we parted the story. To me you revealed
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The mansion I own has captured your heart. You said it was love dear but you lied from the start. I wanted true love but you wanted my gold. Someday you'll be sorry for the lies that you told
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I'm satisfied with just a cottage below. A little silver and a little gold. But in that city where the ransomed will shine. I want the gold one that's silver lined I've got a mansion just over the
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must have been to the color of my hair The public image What you wanted was never made clear. Behind the image was ignorance and fear. You hide behind his public machine. You still follow same old
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. Preach to teach to all. 'Cause some they never had this. Number one, not born to run. About the gun. I wasn't licensed to have one. The minute they see me, fear me. I'm the epitome, a public enemy
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Bass! How low can you go?. Death row, what a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One. Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
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Bass! How low can you go?. Death row, what a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One. Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
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Bass! How low can you go?. Death row, what a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One. Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
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Bass, how low can you go? Death Row, what a brother know. Once again back is the incredible, the rhyme animal. The young cannibal, D, Public Enemy number one. "Five-O" said, "Freeze" and I got
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Bass! How low can you go?. Death row. What a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The incredible D, Public Enemy Number One. "Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got
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perfection. These walls are my blank expression. My mind is a home I'm trapped in. And it's lonely inside this mansion. Verse 1 - NF. Yo my mind is a house with walls covered in lyrics. They're all over the
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Go, go, go, go, go, go. Take a look at his style. Take a check of the sound. Off the record people keep him down. Trick a chick in Miami. Terminator X packs the jams. Who gives a * about a
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Bass! How low can you go?. Death row. What a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The incredible D, Public Enemy Number One. "Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got
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destroy me. Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover. With the headline of a * up cover. Out the pot took plate New York Post. Get your story straight motherfucker. It always seem they make our
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destroy me. Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover. With the headline of a * up cover. Out the pot took plate New York Post. Get your story straight motherfucker. It always seem they make our
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destroy me. Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover. With the headline of a * up cover. Out the pot took plate New York Post. Get your story straight motherfucker. It always seem they make our
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tiA Public Affair. arJessica Simpson. al. Jessica Simpson - A Public Affair(). There go the street lights. The night's, officially on. I got the Green light, to do, whatever I want. I'm gonna stand
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plan on the cell floor. I'm not a fugitive on the run. But a brother like me begun - to be another one. Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all. To criticize me some crime - never the
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on the run. But a brother like me begun, to be another one. Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all. To criticize me some crime, never the less. They could not understand that I'm a
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Testing, one, two, testing, one, two. The house is now on fire, spread the walls y'all. Everybody get somebody. We don't want anybody let * nobody 'Cause you know what time it is. It's time to
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Yo! Yo! Bum rush the show, yo! Bum rush the show. Yo! Bum rush the show I am takin' no prisoners, takin' no shorts. Breakin' with the metal of a couple of forts. While we're hearin' that boom
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Here it is. Bam!. And you say, Goddamn. This is the dope jam. But lets define the term called dope. And you think it mean funky now, no. Here is a true tale. Of the ones that deal. Are the
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town?. Public Warning, all bow down. Public Warning, who's in town?. Public Warning, Sovs in town Crown me the pint size clown of the town. Said I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
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Once again this is it, turn it up. Here we go, but this time the rhyme. Gonna ask who did the crime. Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty I wanna know who picked Wilson's pocket. After he
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' pop, pop, pop. Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop. Kissin' the good bye. Goin' goin' gone. Keep it flowin' on. Like a lemon I ain't livin'. Like a lime here's a line. To those here's a
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(Featuring True Mathematics). Chuck D. . I was wheelin'. Wit' the boom in the back. The treble was level. I like it like that. I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'. 5-o looked and said hold it
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(Featuring True Mathematics). Chuck D. . I was wheelin'. Wit' the boom in the back. The treble was level. I like it like that. I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'. 5-o looked and said hold it
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour. . 1989 the number another summer (get down). Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul. (Brothers and sisters, hey). Listen
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour. . 1989 the number another summer (get down). Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul. (Brothers and sisters, hey). Listen
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour. . 1989 the number another summer (get down). Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul. (Brothers and sisters, hey). Listen
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When Karl Marx was a boy. He took a hard look around. He saw people were starving all over the place. While others were painting the town. The public spirited boy. Became a public spirited man
