jest? What brought me to this cursed keep Perchance some crazy quest God forbid I am no coward! Pitted against monster, man or ghost I'd wield my blade
hand He said, "I can tell you're headed for trouble, son And your momma wouldn't understand" So he took that money and his brothers old bay And he left
[Grant Rice] Regime! 'Til they slay me and they lay me Seize deep, pushin daisey's in Hades Regime! 'Til the plate's clean My brigade'll swing a blade
of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song) Words and music by Chris Foster © January 9th 2003. The keys are the islands along Florida Bay
niggas, that be showing you hand steps Back to the dormitory, where niggas Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
tryna win And we keep it mafiso You hear the violens (godfather tune by mac dre) [Young Dru] I'm the yay boy, the play boy, from the bay boy Where I
of you niggas are son of a bitch made And if your girlfriend utter, I cut her like switch blade, yeaa We ridin like roller blades Now gon give me head
in the ranks and its all a son?? No compromise it was all or none Dirt was done, money was made Now everybody ride on them twenty inch blades Bling blingn
City Where Anybody Can Cause You Bodily Harm When You Walk On My City Hardly Armed Hardly Safe To Show Ya Face Apes Will Erase With Lethal Blades Blaze
feat. Bun B, Paul Wall) "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B:] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades
the trill..You the fakest of the fake) It's Rasaq boy! [Chorus - Rasaq] I'ma drag em' in the river, drop his body in the bay With a note around his
We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed Now face the cold edge of justice's blade They knew how to hit us
his hand He said I can tell you're headed for trouble son And your momma wouldn't understand So he took that money and his brothers old bay And he left
deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs bay At ships with tattooed sails Heading for the Gates of Eden With a time-rusted compass blade
[Dover, England: September 1594 (the recollections of a war-weary mariner)] Hearken boy; for I would tell thee a tale before we set sail for the Bay
handle this What I've given is all I've got to give Excuse me doctor this doesnt work This medication, it still hurts Seven pills a day should keep this at bay
bloodshed for the perpetrators to hide Too much apathy and bloodlust for us to justify Too much western world indifference to keep this savagery at bay
dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Raekwon the Chef] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades