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A K A S The Dead Flowers Forever

Beneath these feet, underneath the thick concrete? there used to be a sandy beach, but no one will ever know. Flowers used to grow beneath the paving

me A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth Bitch it's the devil, better not

a row I saw a sideways 8 wrapped around a microphone Extraterrestrial Isotopic ratios A broke Scientist in his Lab with no place to go Fire and Ash fallout, that's

ask for peace to mend this World I'd say, I'd say I say, all the hate to be swept away for love Through all the flow If I wrote a note to God [Verse 1: K

Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss Then you returned, with the Living Dead But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead [Hook] Big H.A.W.K

it's the way I feel In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE Wait and chill We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the

Trackmaster sound now who's to blame 'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game O.k, jump (jump) If you want the respect then come (come) Get it from a

't, commit murder turn around and get a raise while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J's to Modell's, Macy's, and Sach's Shit they just

Let 'em hang all over this track, and all over the block Cause the S.L.A.B. they got my back, when them boys wanna knock It's U.G.K. for life, still I