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  • Informações do Álbum Illadelph Halflife
    1. Intro
    2. Respond/React
    3. Section
    4. Panic!!!!!!
    5. It Just Don't Stop
    6. Episodes
    7. Push Up Ya Lighter
    8. What They Do
    9. ? Vs. Scratch (The Token DJ Cut)
    10. Concerto O the Desperado
    11. Clones
    12. Universe at War
    13. No Alibi
    14. Dave Vs. Us
    15. No Great Pretender
    16. The Hypnotic
    17. Ital (The Universal Side)
    18. One Shine
    19. The Adventures in Wonderland
    20. Outro

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    [Ursula Rucker]
    Fuck.. kill.. and prosper
    is the gospel of Wonderland, where
    street sands, are quick..
    to suck you down to the abyss
    with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks
    of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's
    Those witches and warlocks in blue
    Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo
    Who? .. Me? ..
    I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer
    Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest
    to see who "Gets Money"
    No milk and honey, in this land
    cause justice has been banned
    So it's play dirty or die by the hand
    that's holding all the guns
    Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision
    To save me and my daughter's lives, but
    I can't thrive off spirit and scripture
    The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her
    in a life wanting for nothing
    so I got into this drug thing
    Not doing, but dealing
    Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds
    of the doomed became my mission
    Izm was just too small time
    I had to find the best design to
    fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets
    So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits
    and, five year old preschool pussy
    and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out
    weary racks of snatch, in other words..
    .. I sold crack
    Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep,
    silk sheets and money heaps
    Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to
    boarding school to keep shit under cover
    All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes
    plus his, game I was playing, and winning
    While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold
    I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen
    To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full
    I went buckwild, wanting more
    like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore
    No time for playing with my coochie
    counting my man's mad lucci
    while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece
    I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash
    Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver
    I thought my shit was tight..
    .. til my empire started to quiver
    Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to
    And watched, like Assata Shakur
    My place on the top was no more sure
    Loose lips flipped the script
    The fantasy trip, swiftly ended
    It took no time to blend in, with the population prison
    My jaded vision, busted like a cherry
    Every, dream I had, now tainted bad
    I fucked and, I killed, to prosper
    Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel
    Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice
    A land of fields to toil in like slaves
    No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save
    Plenty of fat uniformed rats with
    below average size cocks that slither
    through cell locks, in the night
    Lactating tits being licked, left and right
    Plenty of coochie, burning with desire
    Like black churches in the South
    Black prayers and pussy on fire
    Penned up behind barbed wire
    Me and my fellow female mammals, animals
    Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages
    Minds haunted by our children's faces
    They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption
    Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons
    I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime
    on a quest to gets mine
    Now I'm passing time standing on line
    in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads
    instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags
    Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed
    via my mistakes, and my daughter hates
    me for what I did
    And I'm FUCKED.. and I'm STUCK
    Doing the Devil's bid
    Being locked in a moral corrupt crib
    Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl,
    you wanna get finger fucked tonight?
    I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right

    Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit
    Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip

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