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you ain't made shit hot since Amerikkka's Most look in the windows of the soul, the eyes never lie i'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng brew i turn on some music to start my day alive in the land of the dead won't last long in a prison they call life If you want it, Re-Up'll make you plummet i'm running down, in circles now it's time for you and me breaking rocks in the hot sun Monday, February 18, 2008
this is really happening, happening:
It's too early to predict the beginning of the end for Musharraf, but sometimes wishful thinking provides a certain emotional comfort.
--Spencer Ackerman
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