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we can do
We can take it somewhere quiet
Let the music set the mood
Ooh, And let it all out
And we'll pull each other closer with the
Softening

aint’ no razzle-dazzle
Tryna leave the room little shawty got me straddled
You gave me all these wounds like a n**** went to battle
Tell these broke hoes

hatechu bitches love you
Always taught me gotta hussle
Taught me how to get it by the muscle
Taught me real niggas never say shit
If you ever gotta get in

really need some peace
Just springs on my feet and
My dirty old jeans
Black shirt with the crease x L long sleeves
In my room till the sun drops
Wounds

The candles are dying out with quiet hissing
The wounds of the crucified begin festering
The bells are chiming the chaotic symphony

The rottenness is powerless

(Don't move my body it's full of resentment)
But I remember my graduation with my son watching
A goal achieved by a seed who as a child watched leaves fall

get dirty with my blood
Nightmares are in the mind's folds
Eternal silences crush reason
I see my demons dancing
In my personal hell
I am sourrounded by

a mechanic, maybe he can fix it
Soul clean, till I realised it was wash up liquid
Had me thinking I was your baggage and your dirty dishes
Till I felt

a ladder rack with no ladder, dirty but in good condition-
Any kid would be scared, you know, frightened, I mean, boy or girl. You know, having somebody just

Runaway

Pulley

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 6: 2001

2001

she had a dream that dated back to school in a time when things faded out so chased it with desire set the world on fire left all her friends

to the masses where nobody go dey send you my guy
Bajinotu meji mahn fawon goons
when I die pour action bitters for the bullet wounds
Black and yellow flows
It's

don't
Spit like the rest do it
This here is uncut raw with no effects to it
Say "dope" in a sentence
My name better be next to it
I bring the pain like

Price Of F.A.M.E (Outro)
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Verse:
Remember nights freezing in them cell blocks
Visions of dream

life story no Pacino no De Niro
No silver spoons  
Just revolutionary rebels with war stories and war wounds 
Unknown soldiers resting under unmarked

Cryptic wet and insane aura
Float in the air with a brimstone stench
Blinded by an thick white mist
Devilish summoning – Hellish King
Feel

Never Learn to Fly

Pain of Salvation

Entropia [Bonus Track]

1999

again.
I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that
Not longer could be heard.

Never learn to fly.

With dirty hands I dug

cracking
Quick retaliation, rapid
Fam, the exit wounds were massive
Pull up and leave shit dirty, worksy
Whip out my mash like Shirley
Got a brownskin ting

stuff,now I'm in a bad mood
Justified to leave you with a head wound
And dig a grave for you inside the next room

Go
Turn around nice to see ya
But I need

my bread
Try to catch my breath when I open up this check
But growing older, I
Notice I waste my time on doing right
By people who don't give a fuck

and wields a long knife
Heart set on destruction, fueled by his strife
Destined to rid of all with their life
What ever happened?

In this war torn world we

From the wounds inflicted by you
Our future's looking so bleak
The power structure's so weak
So tell me now

What's Wrong With Me What's Wrong With You

adrenaline
He had his spin got boy-boy
Tired old granddad, he can suck his dirty mum
By the way he's acting
Can you tell Ratlin is thirty-one? (Lol)
DB9's like

Real eyes cannot realize
Real lies in prefect form
Forgery by a surgery
She is more than flesh on bone
Synthesized like a Frankenstein
With a lot

bubbles in open wounds
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew
Old bitches that smell like a fish hut
They sit up at the mall on they pancake