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Four Hands Children

my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand

cables Wired underagers play box cutter facelift Rock utter makeshift spirit To y'all I'm just a funny moniker with a couple of fresh records And a bangin' hand

like Laserbeak and sleep inside a boombox I'll join a superhero group and show 'em how it's done Turn the Fantastic Four to Funky Four Plus One Cock the

this A million here a million there ya you got a mil but for real dog, no body cares if if you dont share you dont donate to charity children who

oppressive regimes in the Phillipines to build another Taco Bell General Motos creates competition with their "whipsawing" tactics role Dupont alone is responsible for four

the total of the Bodies coming Back its Four thousand Three Hundred and Thirty Three In Iraq Theres Missing Children Murdered buried in a Cellar murdered by the Hands

I got a lot of shit on my chest. A lot of weight on my shoulders. Too much shit on my mind. I gotta let it out. My people need me. Look. Me, in four I

to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but He's frowning too [Sadat X] He grew up in an instant, the fourth of seven children The oldest male on

Acopolco Real talk to mock vocals Fuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds They put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homos And learn