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dynamisch59876 (member of b-street productions) – the power of love lyrics

i like johnny cash, bob dylan, max herre, grandmaster flash, and janet jackson
they’s bad-ss, skipped some of my high school cl-sses for em, and eminem
a wise man told me don’t chase that cash
i’ve seen some other faces, i’ve beat some other cases
cali’s wildest rookie, since kxng crooked upped his style (upped his style)
my best friend from elementary tried to violate me, but i don’t let it faze me
my morals and standards… my morals and standards… (my morals and standards)
black and white, wrong or right we’re all people, look alike
she still makes me find my manners
over the plates i say graces
training wheels on, cause i don’t ever wanna fall
dust to dust, ash to ash (dust to dust, ash to ash)
i walk the street with a grin on my face and keep my head so tall, hood on
hold on, i gotta throw my weed in the bushes
yet again, cause police is comin’ in
just dippin’ hittin’ switches knockin’ hoodrat b-tches
avoid sand getting kicked up in your face
satan is the ruler of the modern day
i can’t explain how i feel watchin’ time just fly away
palestinians and israelis – spill blood over holy land
punks saying salutation while taking lives with no delay
we live this life each and every day
the sons of a battle cry
tomorrow morning it’s a brand new -ss day
plus the whole industry
till the end of time, iron sky of love, and i’m a
coyote from the golden state
besides, this ain’t dolomite meets the divine (this ain’t dolomite meets the divine) ayy… ayy…
shh… bring it on down
hey sister, take a look around
i bow down and surrender myself no man
i breed another eighty mcs approachin’ me
i’m the esoterrorist, a real motherf-cker like oedipus
about to go, till i sleep
this rhyme is a comp-ss
but i can’t function, bee
black moon, 92, was set to blow
and now i hear lawyer’s at every show
avoid crime, that’s best way i can
dog you a lethal thug
cause i’m the ghetto, in the ghetto like church’s chicken
caffeine is a drug, i feel like nav
sitting in a freezing arctic with the pelicans
for the money, i need love
repeat now or forever burn in flames
dvd’s to the death, never playin’ no games
is it the concrete, or the walls
navigate my catacombe, or reach my alt-tude
uh, who the f-ck shot biggie smalls and 2pac shakur?
why did bob marley die at such a young age
and why is everybody dying of the cancer that plagues
i circ-mnavigate the globe with a one-liner like a lat-tude
either get dropped or dropped in the drawls
i’m not a thug, i’m a playa with a att-tude
but rumors about me and the street, stay above it
ain’t that a question: this is game that i spit?
violence plagues my knowledge of self and my pocket’s health
violence plagues my knowledge of self and my pocket’s… health

- dynamisch59876 member of b street productions lyrics

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