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As Cities Burn Contact

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones. Remember we used to speak. Now I'm

city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 Dispear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level Dispear Like Burning Spear And such and

dark side of the moon and contact with aliens I started out like Australians, criminal minded Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind

they have to time to communicate which means they unite as a top gun/ no ridin the emergency van/ 'cause i can take trips come back to New York City curved

Pick up the phone and give my homiez a call What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?) Livin' in the city where we born to ball Rolled up a Philly we pack

wou Ve been set upon while floundering on the glass-strewn carpet. as it happened, however, I leapt through the open door of the careening bus as it departed the city

Uhh, my eyes are a glare Uhh, I'm lookin up at this world from a stare And really don't know which way i'ma turn I could get burned upon contact I'm makin

from the front of the line But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you

Uhh, my eyes are a glare Uhh, I'm lookin up at this world from a stare and really don't know which way I'ma turn I could get burned upon contact I'm makin