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Face the face of death. Yeah that’s a thought
It’s something in the back of your mind you fought
Why you have to go? Why ask why?
If you die, you just die, you just die
Will it be my brother man yeah, I wonder
Will then skies be dark and will there be thunder
It could be a gun, or a knife, or a cardiac
It could be your best friend that stabs you in them back
It could be Clinton or Saddam with another war
Its kind a fucked up, but you can’t ignore
You could even die at the hands of a maniac
Imma face it proud, Imma face it black
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Face the face of death. Are you ready to?
Face the face of death. Death’s in your face
Face the face of death. R.I.P.
Cause I’m the face of death
Don’t trip, cause Imma flip the coin
From heads to tails and let the knowledge be born
First album we said that crime don’t pay
But even in the merry, merry month of May
My homies get their caps peeled everyday
Fallen victim to a drive by around the way
Sometimes I pack a pistol and sometimes I pack a fist full
Run, run, you can hear the bullets whistle
Not for long cause my aim is true
You try to jack me? Well I jack you
The shoes on the other foot, your life’s kaput
You’re not a gangsta. You’re reading too many books
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You kill my mother, you kill my brother
Each day you live, you live to kill another
He was cold beggin for his very last breath
Let him go!
Fuck that, I’m the face of death
Many, many faces of death. Take your pick
Done by drugs or getting blown to bits
Jacked in the back of a South Bronx alley
Gaffed by the police in them streets of killer Cali
Well, I don’t really know what to say
If you test me and press me, it’ll make my day
Yo, Yo, you gotta know if you don’t flow slow
Oh… death blow.
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I need funk to slam dunk off the eardrum
The diggidy-dumb-dumb can come and get some
Cause the end doesn’t justify the means of the flow
Higgidy-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Well don’t play them, its too hard core
Huh? Does that mean it’s too hard for top forty?
They can’t understand,
that I am a man, and I gotta mike in my hand
Maybe, they talk too loud
Maybe the songs that I sing will make them little kids proud
Or disagree, or make noise - ooo
A to the E to the I-O-U
You must agree its a force to be reckoned with
So smoke it like a spliff
Cause I can’t comprehend my flow without the N-O, the R-A, the D-I, the O
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Pump it up
Pump the finger to the forty
Pump, pump, pump
You can’t please everybody
N-O, R-A-D-I-O
Imma break it down for the show, Yo ho
Here we go on a mission, an Imma let you know
What’s goin on, or rather what’s goin wrong
Now one of these things just don’t belong
See I won’t hop to the pop to get paid
I stay true to you, so listen when I say
That the main thing is not to be mainstream
Add reality to a kid’s dream
Cause that’s the essence of the underground
The rhythm, the rhyme so tight and profoundly stated
Sometimes its underrated
Known to bemilitant or politically related
Now some don’t play my shit
They can get the planters, the cashews, the nuts, the whole bit
Yo, and here’s the middle finger
And if you’re down with The Corps, let me hear you sing it
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Now we never get played on them radio
And if your not already known, you don’t get played on that show
Is that how it goes?
I tell you the B-U-L-L shit’s got to stop
in they name of love
I’m not into the smoke, but its a hell of a shot
From them gat as I rat upon the ill
Top forty, they playing Lets Make a Deal
But they gets no sellout, they can get the hell out
The Beast will never quit and Hard Corps will never bailout
Just to make a quick buck
You got me fucked up, Pump it up
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I’m runnin for the finish line
The problem is, will I make it?
Seems like I’m runnin, but I’m running butt naked through (life?)
The spears and arrows that pierce my back
They see me with no armor so you know they cut no slack
Hack, attack, they don’t care if you bleed
Society was based on greed
The melting pot is not hot, but its a racket
A different recipe for each and every tax bracket
The lower the income, the less the soup you get
Sometimes you get a bone, and lets not forget
takin out for a darker skin
So tell me how the hell am I supposed to win?
Or even hope to cross them finish line
But if I don’t play, there’ll be no next time
You see me runnin as fast as I can
You ask me who I am
I am the runnin man
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We run, run, like animals
Feed, feed like cannibals
Run like animals, feed like cannibals
Who? I’m the running man
As I walk my lyrics fall like rain
On the floor in despair, like liquid pain
But you know I keep drinkin cause its all that I got
Some drink and they drown but you know I will not
Fall by the wayside, see I got my pride,
Turning me from Jeckle into Mr. Hyde
I’m animalistic. No, I won’t be a statistic
I dwell, I swell in my mind like a mystic
When the story is told, the rhyhms unfold
Its sure to stick with you like the common cold
So check it, I wasn’t smoking dope when I wrote this jam
So let me take a battleship to float this
I just say what needs to be said
as the Lord give us our daily bread
We run, run as fast as we can
You ask me who I am
I am the running man
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You never catch me
You never catch me. No
They call me the runnin man, why?
Cause I want sit and I won’t lie
Still and let them world kill my spirit
The power I devour is expended in my lyrics
A stitch in time saves nine
You put you’re two cents in
You see me kicking in a dime
Cause I drop a dime in a minute to win it
The race is just a chase, from the start to the finish
I supply them knowledge where there is demand
So as I live, so shall I stand
You see me running fast as I can
You ask me who I am
I am then running man
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Stop Squawkin
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Like birds of prey
Vultures sway
Crime don’t pay
Have a nice day
It’s getting late
I can’t concentrate
In a constant battle
Love against hate
I don’t know
Sometimes I rhyme slow
The river don’t flow
The river don’t flow
I know all this squawking bring a tear to your eye
But if you think life’s a bitch, wait till you die
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Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind?
Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch
Stop squawking. Wait till you die
Like in is out, and out is in
When will all this bullshit end?
Stop, stop, stop, stop, wait, wait, wait
I’m goin crazy, I can’t escape
Life is hectic, not respected
Moral fiber’s been rejected
If all this squawking brings tears to your eyes,
If you think life’s a bitch, wait till you die
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Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind?
Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch
Stop squawking. Wait till you die
Always bitchin, steadily bitchin cause we play our music loud
You can sicketty-suck my dick and kiss my ass. I rock the crowd
I’m the M and the A, the J-U-R, the K-U-Double T
I’m the B and the E, the E and the A, the S, the fucking T
And if you don’t like what we’re saying, then we really don’t give a fuck
If you’re gonna be pessimistic then shut them fuck up
Always squawking, always squawkin, you need to be walking on
your own two feet and never face defeat
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Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind?
Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time
Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch
Stop squawking. Wait till you die
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Stop your dissin’ come and listen while a crack you’re on the bean
I crack a whip, I do a flip like none you ever seen
Now here’s the scoop I got the troop, that’s sure to make you hop
I got mad skills plus I kill like Robocop
I’m on the top when it comes to getting dizzy,
A whirlwind, a tailspin that’s sure to make you dizzy
So, come and take a closer look, you see me breakin it down from a nurse book
I know you heard about the Grinch that stole Christmas, right?
He creeped into town like a thief in the night
But this Grinch was not the same guy
He’s just a little bit different, I’m about to tell you why
The Grinch was a synch to be the coolest on the block
Carried a Glock, and what’s next could be a shock
He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf
He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf
He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf
Didn’t care about others, only self
“Let me holler at your dollar
I’m a scholar for your pain” he said
He continued until my homie’s brain was dead
Ebenezer goes by many names, but the end result is the same
Ebenezer goes by many names, but the liquor store is the same game
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Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville
You give a Grinch and inch and he’ll kill ya
Now Joe Who was in my crew from the first day
Started hangin out, much to my dismay
Started hangin out with Ebenezer Grinch
Tossing forties by the corner till he had to pinch every penny
Drinkin till he’s drunk in his head
Drunk driven with Suzie Q.
Boom. My homies dead
Who’s left?
Ain’t nobody left but his uncle Fred
Fred Who
Who lives in a shoe with Suzie Q
Who’s the daughter of little boy blue
They got drunk in the back, in the house of Jack
He slipped and he dipped and his cracked his back
Now he’s paralyzed from his head to his toe
Living in the fast lane, he couldn’t go slow
Cindy Who’s a ho. She sleeps on the flo
She can’t pay her rent no mo.
Ebenezer goes by many names, but the end result is the same
Ebenezer goes by many names, but the liquor store is the same game
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I’m not out to dis everyone that drinks brew
You down with me, I’ll crack a brew with you
Or maybe two
But I won’t get caught in that old SNAFU
And that’s making it an everyday habit
Just like a Pepsi – You gotta have it
No, cause I’m a lot smarter than that
I won’t get wrapped in Ebenezer’s trap
Pawn shop, gun shop, liquor store
You go up the block and you see one more
In a ten-block radius there’s a total of four
It’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood
The shit’s got to go
Cause I’m hard core when I ill
So, tell me who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville
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Hey…Who sold the booze?
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