M.I.A. ....I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name....

If you come around here, I make 'em all day, I get one down in a second if you wait, Sometimes I feel sitting on trains, Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game, Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame, Bonafide hustler making my name, All I wanna do is *BANG BANG BANG BANG!* And *KKKAAAA CHING!* And take your money, Pirate skulls and bones, Sticks and stones and weed and bombs, Running when we hit 'em, Lethal poison through their system, No one on the corner has swag like us, Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless, We pack and deliver like UPS trucks, A radio in hell just pumping that gas, All I wanna do is *BANG BANG BANG BANG!* And *KKKAAAA CHING!* And take your money, M.I.A., Third world democracy, Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B., So, uh, no funny business, Some some some I some I murder....

Test Icicles....As these days pass Underground breathe the air, Before you drown....

One more time...Another line, Slowly divides...Before the night is over, We could do with some more noises, Blinded by the burning lights, Turn them off, turn 'em off, Bodies break before they're white, Exposure sets before it's lost, Drawing lines, Making shapes, Stay alive, Sleep awake, We could do with some more poison and the end is hearing noises, Layers all exist within the beat, The shapes are moving all over the street, I can see that nothings moving, Is this something that's not worth losing? This will do...It'll do...Still we could...

Two Gallants....Well I spent last night in las cruces jail....

Rain and hail. born to fail. nobody come for to go my bail. sun don’t you rise no more. guess i killed one man on the county line. took his dime and i blew his mind. now i’m just sittin’ here doin’ time. sun don’t you rise no more. a restless wind is whistling through the canyons, through my head, through all the straits that i’ve survived. and in my hour of darkness i keep counsel with the dead, just enough to remind me i’m alive. i wrote to the governor for to hear my plea but he don’t even answer me. the judge said he’s bound to set my spirit free. sun don’t you rise no more. gavel fell, he chose the day, friday the thirteenth of may. but i don’t plan to go that way. sun don’t you rise no more. that’s twenty-one fell by my gun, with bullets in their brains. just need one more to match my age. then i’ll count my killin’ done but i won’t deny my name: quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage. now desperate times call for desperate men, i’m just a kid but i’ll pretend. my time will come but until then, sun don’t you rise no more....