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Year Of The Rabbit Last Defense

from a borrowed dream I am listening to your eyes speak As the words are falling from my mouth It's a sordid state of belief When your last defense

knowin' it wasn't worth Provin' you wasn't a punk, niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last

sleep knowin it wasn't worth Provin you wasn't a punk Niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last

thee angels said (The underworlds) [Priest:] Look at the killers, dealers, scramblers Hustlers, pimps, low lives Are running police coming gunning jumping Over fences hide in trenches Fight defenses