A War

I made this today when I was bored and I hope you enjoy it.

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Redlight - 90s Baby (Wayne Scott-Fox Remix)

Those Who Come Closer Cover

Written by Mark Railton and Tyson Mansell Vocals by Roberto Massaglia.

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Sand

90's Baby

90's Baby (remix)

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Van Gammon delivers a list of violent acts, both overt and subtle, outward and inward, detailed over production by ReezyTunez with additional help from SirTim and supporting vocals of YawnyBlew and arrangement by Nikal Fieldz. 

Lyrics
I grew tired of situational violence
If I’ma catch a body, it won’t be cuz of the climate
But I might take a life if it’s fighting to keep the system
Can’t cure the disease if all you treat are the symptoms
Oh that beautiful, pharmaceutical distributor
Money, glory, or the girls; which one you living for
Told to speak my mind but the SRI wants that info
Saw I was protected, now they eye’s a pair of emeralds
Put all my shooter in suits just so we can keep it corporate
I heard it’s okay to murder people who ain’t important
For a plate of prosperity when justice ain’t been served
Ya income makes you eligible to purge
School to prison pipeline, and my diet all swine
Eating all the failure, what they tell ya I’ma die tryin
To be rich, least that I could do is look the part
My aura lookin’ dark, my peace been pulled apart
Convinced that I’m too black for therapy
Racial wealth gap, Ya I learned that from Dairity
Smoke screened inhaled, rap verse like intel
I’ve been feeling ill but my inkwell
60 Thousand plus women went missing and they all black
These cases ain’t reported and they rarely get resolved, facts
Aye what you call that
Told God I Hate it Here He ain’t respond back
Aye what you call that
What you call that
Got the youth dem prepared for combat

Tell me why they diving in the deep
Lucky me survived another week
New world got no more violins
Newborns know one thing, violence

Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
New world got no more violins
Newborns know one thing, violence

Capping and peelin’
Imagine the villains are sipping and mixing up pills
Slim as a bum on the block with a cup
But they pockets is stuffed like they missing no meals
All the ills, screaming for help like they well 
Dwelling and failing to feel
Back in the ville
All that I had was this baggage to last me a couple of years
I’ve been trying to pack but doubt I’ll make it back in decent time
This habitat ain’t ever have humanity in mind
It’s all trap and ain’t no answers where all the secrets lie
We just all get amped up, living backwards just to keep from dying

Tell me why they diving in the deep
Lucky me survived another week
New world got no more violins
Newborns know one thing, violence

Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
New world got no more violins
Newborns know one thing, violence

Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
Put a fork in em
Ya he done for
Guess somebody shoulda told ‘em this a blood sport
Whoa

Van Gammon - New World

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John Deaf - In Cells (Version 1)

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kilobyte☁️

Lyrics:
Like white trash som en rom og cola
Like hvit nordmann som Kari og Ola

Aldri bodd i en trailer park
men jeg flyttet til Oslo med en trailer bak
Alltid trodd at et sleivspark 
Er den rette veien for å få litt makt
For de mektige overfører prektighet
Til alt de ønsker å gi makt til det
Kaller jeg hellig uvitenhet
Spiser fake news med liten skje

Enkelte ting har penetrert hukommelsen
Og sitter fast som en forstoppelse
Nå ser jeg på at tiden renner ut
Før var den sirup, nå er den lut
Luta lei av at håret forsvinner
At jeg stadig vekk må ha nye briller
For nå ser jeg verden som et tapet
Og jeg er, jeg er, jeg er

Like white trash som en rom og cola
Like hvit nordmann som Kari og Ola
Hvis du føler som meg så syng med meg
Syng med meg, syng med meg

Like white trash som en rom og cola
Like hvit nordmann som Kari og Ola
Hvis du føler som meg så syng med meg
Syng med meg, syng med meg

Like white trash som en rom og cola
Like white trash som Kari og Ola
Like white trash som en rom og cola
Like white trash som Kari og Ola

Hvis du føler som meg så syng med meg
Syng med meg, syng med meg

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