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you kept this one's left in bits
And all your magic tricks
Are magic

So put your hooded cloak on
And go out and find yourself some fun

Won't you spur

smoke, Someone grabbing my hand in a hooded cloak.
It's sialing crackling smoking and fizzling.
It's sizzling crackling smoking and fizzling.
It's sizling

the NilNonner on them cold streets
Walking with a hooded cloak and a crystal ball for the og's

Did these niggas know me
Did they know my fucking pain
Don't

mind
So your just broke 
No need to smoke with the old folk
Your IQ is with the heard of the moke 
You with your hooded cloak
Makes you a visual joke
You

light it up
Pull up out the f**king mud
Still stuck in this f**king rut

I've Spent my whole life f**king up...

I am the one that haunts your mind
Hooded

at the stakes
Rather a hooded cloak
I dont fuck with capes
Trails can go cold
And I'll still find a way
Ones progression isnt limited
To copy and paste
Evidently

forgotten
We look skyward
With hooded cloaks
And rotting hands
We receive
Our grim commands
A quest for power
Forgotten lore
Perilous pleasures
A terrible

Vanta black Hooded cloak show half the face
Spoke from my mantle how to breach, not evacuate
Like a master beating at the bag of weight, keep jabbing

of the free?

Too dull to see - you got swindled
Crash the server - the hammer and the sickle
You picked the man in the hooded cloak
You got your cake, hope you

forgotten
We look skyward
With hooded cloaks
And rotting hands
We receive
Our grim commands
A quest for power
Forgotten lore
Perilous pleasures
A terrible

the window from the 
third floor. A fog crawls towards Trinity, towards me, from the 
River Liffey. A figure in a bright red hooded cloak appears from 
narrow

Walking with my hooded cloak on
And a curse inside a bottle
Cursing men and faking smiles
They don't really care
It's my cop-out

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll write

demons
Beat them, defeat them
Oh, demons

Hooded cloaks, dark and mysterious
More and more, dangerous and serious
They won't stop till I'm delirious
They

Falls into View

Ben Christophers

Spoonface

2001

of change

Night time came in hooded cloaks
Slides through starlight and eyelids
A crushing smile into me goes
The last wish
Falls into view

She saw inside my mind
She gave me all the time
That I needed to return to her side as I am
But the treasure buried itself
It hid in its hooded cloak

True Stories

Jumpsteady

Psychopathics from Outer Space, Vol. 2

2003

land
Connected by paths of emerald sand
Have you seen the things I've seen?
Been visited by phantom beings?
Haunted by those in hooded cloaks

scatter like shattered glass when cars crash
We out in Europe metamorphing into Euro trash
I'm Clark Griswald searching for my German cousins
Hooded cloaks

I've never seen such strange and sombre
Faces that did peer
Out from hooded holes in cloaks
That greated me a'feared
'Where you going boy?' one asked

Morbid Shape in Black

Deceased

Blueprints for Madness

What lurks as the pesticides spray evil's dust,
Killing life's roses so red?
Hooded, defeated, as a cloak hides a name
Making my mind demented
It

Called a good man, a bloke
By a hooded man, in a cloak
You mere mortal
Popping out the flesh portal
Blessing royals
Investing in oil
Whilst i'm trying test

you are never left the same

My cloak made of skin, pieced by the threads of time
I can never change, this is my claim in this world
My ever swinging

in time
The time to face the hooded figure we created
And now
This is no longer inside us
But outside us with the intention to bust
The foundations set

Lucius opened up a big wooden chest
He took off his hat and a cotton vest
He put on a cloak with a pointed hood
And lit a candle to set up a mood
Once

I'm sorry, not a masked man, a hooded man and you can-
You don't see his face, it just shows the hood and he has on like, a cloak
And he speaks to me