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I know the truth now so do you. Skin of a Drum When I say Niggy, you say nuthin. Theme by Theme Trust. Dance pray work whip… Break.

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Son, we got you programmed like a beat. You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me: Banged and Blown Through Girl, I look in your eyes and see you care. Ask these editors at MTV. You want to start a revolution? Side effects may include simply doing what you say. By invoking the master of disguise, the weight falls on Williams ‘ to deliver an album worthy of that comparison. Pedagogue of Young Qilliams 2. All my doubts and all my fears, break the spell that keeps me here.

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We must place within and slowly begin to love. Synthesized in her own image. To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears.

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Cotton, corn, crop, wheat…Break. Can you find the time to listen? The nigger is you. They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me. And he’s right in those opening lines: I got my hydrants parked on every street.

Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run. And I welcome every sufferer. Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me.

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DNA encoded in a beat. Mothers, children, brothers, sisters, torn apart. We are torn away from the one we love.

Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky. This page was last edited on 9 Octoberat tardhst It was announced at nin.

The free option has since been removed, with a message on the website claiming their intention had always been to remove it afterfree downloads of the album. Banged and Blown Through We are broken instruments. Hardcore, dirt poor, hustler, BCH, whore, reverend, doctor. But, not to worry, there is no hurry. Every jealous warped intention, smuggled, sewn into genes.