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Dirty Love, No Romance
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Dirty Love, No Romance Lyrics

Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous
MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us
Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg
Odds are like one to ten million, the kin thread
One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
The other nine ninety nine, imitates without choice
They never even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough
See the amplified sample I'm throwin' with
I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens
See the rockets red glare like the guns when clappin'
They still cage matchin' MC's that's scrappin'
Not the UFC, but my opponent is tappin'
So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred
Also stop this uncalled for behavior
And sippin' back cats, they lactase in flavor
Got word from the wise to let it drop
Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut
I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut
Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top
Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels
Dictators next to rebels and Gods against devils
No time for backwards thinkin', let's think ahead
If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed
A lotta MC's came to see me on referrals
Not even knowin' that they would undergo great parrels
These cuttin' edge methods from the most specialized
Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly
The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart
Your ear love to hear the God, rippin' tracks apart
Me to hip hop is like Einstein to science
A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance
Complex individual that you dream of being
Intellectual challengin', the all eye seein'
Got a appetite for heat
So then come and bite the beat
And digest the rest and don't
Stress the part, it couldn't be
Got word from the wise to let it drop
Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut
I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut
Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top
Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels
Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils
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Sons of Anarchy Quotes

Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart's rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you're not on the road, you're in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That's why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you. Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Appreciate them a little more - there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying, 'That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken.

Jax

We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else. We're just better human beings when with the person we're supposed to be with. I wasn't supposed to leave...I belong here.

Tara
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