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What you know has never been questioned. You sit upon your throne, emptiness surrounded. There's something in the air, electrifying. Up rise, revolt and scorn. Break Out the Hammers!. . I've
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming. It's
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Song Rooftop - The Sons Of Champlin. I got one thing to say to the Fool on the Hill. You’re gonna feel funny on a rooftop. The man just bought your hill, tomorrow the hammers and the drills. They’re
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cell blues here. LEAD BREAK I shot a man in Macon over a poker game,. I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame,. Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my name. It ain't the way I
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y'all niggas know whats up Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap. Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?. Violate and you will answer to Black. You a thug not really
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with the daytons nice and shiny. If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny. On the other hand uptown at the apollo. Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow. But I never get
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truck, nine on my waist, i!. . Chorus. . verse 3 freeway. Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew. Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang. Man the hammers go bang to bang. In wit a bang, bang
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gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,. While hammers fell like ringing bells,. In places deep, where dark things sleep,. In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord. There
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hammers do the talkin'. Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing. And you dream of floodin' the scenery with, yayo and greenery. But for now, you stickin' her with the heavy machinery
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hammers do the talkin'. Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing. And you dream of floodin' the scenery with, yayo and greenery. But for now, you stickin' her with the heavy machinery
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hard white to tame was. I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers. I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers. I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was. I had it laid out
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the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you. You're holdin' hammers and nails and. We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow. It's murda motherfucker
