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Up The Fury From My Cold Dead Hands

without question or hints of remorse. so let shallow waters steer our course to full low tides and deserted shores. overboard. and sinking fast now. this is my curse, this is my

and take ya conversary My adversary donaldly dick, dynasty rich My whole cliq got paid lawyers and rips Gettin' locked up, fell down, no time for this

my hands I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline A war without a reason for the Brady hates gore Bring out your dead we can put em

the fury And the family is the power source Wicked, red clouds, filled with Black Rain, sewed up Until they become too heavy and burst and I show up

the attempted assassination of Mumia Jamal they set em up I come to find out Tupac wet em up Pharoahe standin behind my fuckin curtains with a double

attempted assassination of Mumia Jamal they set em up I come to find out Tupac wet em up Pharoahe standin behind my fuckin curtains with a double barrel

it fucked up, whether it be sunshine from digital Gut splittin' on spiritual, lunar draws original With heat seakin' material, 60 Sec the miracle Mind fury icicle, cold

Pharoahe Monch] Yo, they attempted assassination of Mumia Jamal, they set'im up I come to find out, Tupac they wet'im up Pharaohe, standin behind my fuckin

fucked up, whether it be sunshine from digital Gut splittin' on spiritual, lunar draws original With heat seakin' material, 60 Sec the miracle Mind fury icicle, cold