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The Clash Stop The World

(The Clash) THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP

: (The Clash) THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP

(The Clash) THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP

color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop And just

off a f-cking balcony 'fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass you know what time it is, so why ask? Slim Shady and Nicki's World's clashing It's

remarkable, the sheath that holds the arguably truest tempered sword in the western world I'm ahead of my time and I'm heading your way a word of warning the world

s like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash

in our hearts Proud we stand against the wind and storm No one can stop our rage. I see the armies of Metalians Wielding their hammers in the air The clash

as the gold around your next This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like I'm fat spliff I show the whole damn world my gift From pirates to speakin the