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Life Or Death Day Of The Rope

strange fruit/ Blood on the leaves and blood at the root/ Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze/ Strange fruit hanging from the trees/ Life is

again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day

is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight or

this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or

nose But only the strong survive and that's how life goes That's just the life we choose We don't complain thats just how it be I shuffle back against the ropes

the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row Bye bye, I

little breath People walk a tight rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen Or thought, or a word or

in reason, objective reality or collective farming I don't believe in public speaking Which is another reason why I'm here alone I don't believe in life or death

the pharaoh Tut, I'm blessed with life So I breathe deep and give praise to the most high Then I get fresh for a new day I eat broccoli for breakfast