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Bard - Lukasyno

"Na ulicy stoi bard Gitara jego skarb Puszka pełna drobnych monet Tyle dziś talent wart Świat wypłowiałych barw Na skórze wiele prawd Na sercu blizny zdrad I nikt nigdy nie bił braw Gra znaczoną talią kart Mokry"

Bard - Sarius x Sir Mich x Grzegorz Skawiński

"Ty znasz mnie jak ja sam na końcu świata niepokonana wolności musisz trwać długo po nas nadal na promenadach zanim zniknie po nas ślad potłuczona flaszka nie ma za czym płakać ja tutaj, ty - już tam"

Profit - Vio-Lence

"(Music: Flynn,Demmel) (Lyrics: Killian) ( Solo: Flynn ) Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate. Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds That Hate. All That They See Fit To Be Theirs. Giving Nothing Except Only"

The profit - Fat Joe

"We Get Money Man Ill Show Ya How To Turn Profit In The Hood They Call Me Joey The Profit First You Cop It Then You Cook It Then You Chop It What The Fuck Boy Bitch Ass Niggaz They Cant Stop Us We Turnin"

I Profit - Vio-Lence

"( Solo: Flynn ) Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate. Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds That Hate. All That They See Fit To Be Theirs. Giving Nothing Except Only To Their Heirs. Desease Kills Constantly"

World Profit - Alice Donut

"Alice Donut Donut Comes Alive World Profit Mormon Tabernacle screaming round the bend: Your ship is coming in, your ship is coming in. And all the economic forecast predict: My ship is coming in, my ship"

Power From Profit - Skrewdriver

"It's time to face the music, we've let our country down Upon the face of our nation, there seems to be a frown Once we were all proud men of this green and pleasant land, But we've lost a lot of tears"

Profit And Loss - Dirt

"Give me the money. Give me the money .Give me the money spent on the shit of war give me the money to spend on the poor. People are hungry. people are sick. They need shelter and they need it quick. Nurture"

Prayer, Praise, & Profit - PIG

"Death does all the talking It'll fuck you free The secret of the senseless Soiled sick, I see Little lux Europe Put your flesh on steel Confusion is confession I'll drive you wheel to wheel The price"

The Bard Of Armaugh - John McDermott

"Oh! List to the strains of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand; Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land. At"

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