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SCARFACE
Hand Of The Dead Body Lyrics

(feat. Ice Cube)
-In world news today, officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias
Scarface must be stopped
-After being monitored by secret service agents for two years
-Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his
literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
-Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence and more
importantly
-Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community
-Officials say, he’s the lord of underground rap and his music must be
stopped

[Scarface:]

We got this whole motherf**ker on a mission
Now the whole entire world’s gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain’t done shit for that
I’ve even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin kick some dust up
America’s been always known for blaiming us niggas for they f**k-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people
Lets peep the game from a different angle
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the shit that you see on your tv
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

[Chorus:Repeat 2x]
Nigga don’t believe that song
That nigga’s wrong
Gangstas don’t live that long

So now they tryin seperation
And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tappin into our conversation
Saying the message that they give
Bring forth or premeditation
So David’s got a silver mag
While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad
David Duke’s got a shotgun
So why you get upset cause I got one
A tisket a tasket
A nigga got his ass kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket
An open and sgut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don’t dig me, than nigga you can sue me
Because the shit that I be sayin ain’t worse than no western movie
Don’t blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

[Chorus:]

[Ice Cube:]

You best to free your mine
Before I free my nine
And stop f**kin with the void in pop
Or feel my hot rocks
Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I’m the black
White boys gat a magazine and don’t kow how to act
I’ll attack and make you vomit
Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I’m it now
I’m the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Suckin on the devil’s dick
Scared of revolution
Need to start deuchin
Houston is the place
I caught a case
Them motherf**kers tried to put a scar on my face
But i bust two times to the gut
To the Reverend Calvin Butts
Gotta pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in 86
Now you dissin me
For publicity
Isn’t he a hoe to the third degree
Who me
I’m a g who like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can’t stop, won’t stop
So f**k Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube their ain’t no killin me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Droppin on these sellin out niggas, doing it like this

[Chorus:]

RY COODER
Mexican Divorce Lyrics

It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

Down below El Paso lies Juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the Rio Grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time for you to get a Mexican divorce

As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldn’t find one light
I found you on that road to Mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, don’t go

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

Finding love takes so long
Walking out, well, must be wrong
It’s a sin for us to get a Mexican divorce

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

LITTLE WINGS
Light Green Leaves Lyrics

Light green leaves
From the trees
Traffic breathes
And it seems

Light green leaves
From the trees
Never leave
And it seems

Light green leaves
(Beneath your windshield wipers whip around)
From the trees
(You comb your hair and walk back into town)
Traffic breathes
(The same breath that I breathe when I’m around)
And it seems
(We best enjoy them before they turn brown).

Light green leaves
(Like feathers on a bird that’s standing still)
From the trees
(They flock upon the branches and they wilt)
Never leave
(As long as they’re alive when they are found)
And it seems
(They’re hanging in the trees but soon fall down).

Light green leaves

CATHEDRAL
Whores To Oblivion Lyrics

World is falling before our eyes
We’ve sold our souls for – empty lies
Indoctrinations circle writhes In persecuted brainwashed minds
Master of this empty void controls your thoughts all – love destroyed
Hell is worth it for heavens prize
To war & pain desensitized
Whores to oblivion – rising faster
Death to Utopian – War is Master
Propaganda has bought your mind
An afterlife you fantasize,
The social ladder that you have climbed
Reality left long behind
Carry me away with the setting sun
my dream of death has – just begun
Pain of mind destruction calls
This seething cage I must break from
Whores to oblivion – rising faster
Death to utopian – war is master
Whores to oblivion breeding faster
Death to Utopian -war is master
Apocalypse is coming today……..
Or was it supposed to be yesterday???
The world is falling into its grave
Oh lord have mercy, can we be saved?
NOOOOOOOO!!!!
Whores to oblivion – rising faster
Death to utopian – war is master
Whores to oblivion breeding faster
Death to Utopian -war is master
Whores to oblivion – rising faster
Death to utopian – war is master
Whores to oblivion breeding faster
Death to Utopian -war is master
Whores to oblivion……………………………….

Lyrics RiceGum – God Church

I was broke but I’m living in the hills now
I was crazy but this ice made me chill out
No 20’s, I need blue on my bills
I’m not like Kylie Jenner, everything I got is real now
When I’m out, you be staring like a sightseer
I will not call her baby, I’m not like Bieber
I don’t ever give an F like a nice teacher
f*ck it, I’m just keeping it 100 like a high fever
Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
You’re 17, she’s 21 you trying to catch a case
DM after DM you was trying to take me on a date
Go vlog stop rapping trying to ride the f*cking wave (splash)
They used to hate, tell me that I wasn’t going far
Look at me now I be pullin up in foreign cars
Which one versuri-lyrics.info
B***h I cannot pick one
He said it’s the rari or the range or the big one (Aye)
Y’all ain’t, really doing much
Nah y’all ain’t cool with us
Hate on me you f*cked up in the head, like Supercuts
I’m in the hills just Uber up
I’m not paying I do enough
Your girl like Blac Chyna, ’cause all she wanna do is f*ck.(god church)

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like who.

Shut yo a*s up
Go and get your cash up
She done got ran through
Magcon
Smashed up
Your man gave you followers don’t know why you gassed up
I’m running with the subs and the views you can’t catch up
Used to be a big fan I’m your f*ckin idol
Hit me up tried to link but I’m not a bio
Can’t rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio
Now I got em all doing songs trynna take my style (Aye)
Money talks yeah my money gets annoying (Aye!)
Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend (Aye!)
B***h I got more plugs than modem (Aye!)
I got carrots in my ice like a snowman (Aye!)
How you gonna let your girl have a better verse
That’s your girl? She a stick, she ain’t got curves
She a hoe yeah You fell into the thot curse
Dropped merch and it’s selling like a god church.

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like whooo.
RiceGum lyrics
Video Church