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The Cottage Dwellers        
In the pine tree forest where it smells so sweet
I read forbidden magazines with my brother Pete.
 in a make shift suite

Make a way, make a play
Need a maid where I stay
Need a crib with a lake
Need a lawyer for the case
Stack a hunnid, stack another
Hunnid, stack

illegal funds
Why this stripper, she didn't let me fuck? Still kept all the ones (damn)
Damn (damn), and I ain't no sucker
House by the lake with

Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek
Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard
Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard
Great

Beneath the Surface

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head

I'm drivin' the Benz like Jabba the Hut
Sky dweller sit sitting next to the stove
Stove top FN, desert storm camo
Versace robe cap, no run out

PRIMORDIAL KINGDOM
Music: Cristhian
Lyrics: David

Lost aeons in solitude and oblivion
Old mysteries of the first dwellers of the earth
The spirtit

You hang lifelessly atop this murky lake
Slowly being washed over by January water
Drowning the dead as our past regressions are laid to rest

Drum
Drive by the church, take the road to your left and look for a fading sign
Leave your car by the lake, walk an hour and a half on the path that

am
Androgynous god
Angry from banishment
Placed upon the altar
We're you there?
When Loch Ness
Nestled under the lake
Or are you just a fake?
Sold

here
Shadows of the city stood colossal over dwellers
Rumours of an omen being blown by vuvuzelas
Tryna knock the foreign tone so when I construct

make your cold soul dead
You are to confess 'n' to pray, my son"", - he said

My mind recalls the circle of black swans
They whirled around the lake

We chop wood and carry our water,
Preserving our forest and lake,
No respect for your cannon fodder,
cs the moon wanes and waxes I'll guide us

miss them Act' days (yeah)
Shinin', nigga
Rose gold 'Dweller on me brown like a frappé
(Woo) i hit my shells with chops
And a whole lotta shooters
I

Yo we can't relate to the fake
Stepping to us is a mistake
But go ahead, meet your fate if you want to
Till you see the bloody lakes from our last

beats chokin' in an open lake
cnd that's bold to state 'cause I don't like check-ins
No need for connections, I prefer expression
That bedroom I wept in

In the grip of the everfrost alight
Every lake and stream in sight
Succumbs to the bitter, scathing cold
As it falls
Thick, ethereal snow, claims

of bottom dwellers in a tank, cause you suck
Nothing but some sheep, drink your Kool-Aid
And I'ma drink this wine, cause my bottle stay aged
And my product