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B.o.B - Arena ft. Chris Brown & T.I.

[Hook: Chris Brown] If anybody feelin' fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn I'm killin' them, damn I'm killin' them I know they feelin' me now And if you too fresh in the building Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them I know they feeling me now
[Verse 1: B.o.B] And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill fo' Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't know And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code But back then couldn't get dro, cause back then I was this broke That's why I got so many hustles, Bruh man from the fifth floor What would you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windows And my brother …

Serebro - Gun

O-O, Let's start the war damn sexy O-O, And fuck what good girls may say I say, l open a bottle in taxi And I'm ready to be under your big time
Chours: You know I beat your gun You know I beat your gun You know I beat your gun And I'll be done
O-O, I wanna fight with you so bad O-O, And break my hand on your ass I say, throw me on the dancefloor like on the bed And I'm ready to be under your big time
Chours: You know I beat your gun You know I beat your gun You know I beat your gun And I'll be done

Killer Mike - Reagan

[Ronald Reagan] Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorist demands. That no-concessions policy remains in force, despite the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments, we did not, repeat, did not trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we
[Verse 1] The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit Will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shit We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding Cos all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting We are advertisements for agony and pain We exploit the you…