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to the choir
You can catch me outside looking for the folk to revive
Man, a breath of fresh is in your lung
So much you take for granted when you living numb

never mind the words that inspire them
Fine I'm gonna tell you what I know never mind the truth being long and tiresome

Some people weren't made for mass

the eye's up the eye's up

I used to tell people god bless
Until I learned that they're all evil and godless and on a conquest
A popularity contest shock

gods, and rest in peace.

Whispers in the background
I'll show you what
it means to be a man now
I used to run your blackouts
Feel me?
Feel me when you

that you still have balls
Challenge me I will challenge you
Is this enough or just wrong
To make the people wake up
From the mass psychosis

a Judas in mass and all the opps knew my business (get over it)
Now I got old friends in new phones sayin' they miss me (miss me)
And now I squint

obvious
God sculpted me this life living next to the kings
But I'm stuck with fenes who distopeize my dreams
But I gotta grow wings get up and fly

Watch how i steal her heart like and old school villian
armed robbery slide down from the cieling
Hand cuff first tie her up by the bed
Strip search

World So Cruel

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

now come give you respect.

And I believe, a lot of us shouldn't condemn these rappers,
Because if nobody would a told me about God
The church folks

some flashbacks of a few he tied
Up and strangled with a piece of wire, cutting in the neck
Screaming like a choir, cassette tape playing theme of psycho

Beast of Fire

Portrait

Crimen Laesae Majestatis Divinae

2011

cords'
 
Oh, free me from their stillborn god
Who rapes our minds and steals our thoughts
Descend now with the brightest of light
And set afire this

I've seen weak dogs running up
For a fucking piece of fallen power

I've seen how the mass is controlled
By a fucking leaders made from a god

It

America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective

America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective

of the wise and they can't see  
you make me want to grab you by the wind pipe and squeeze until you can't breathe until you can't scream
considered less then

hop over the curbs that I used to sleep in
See, I made it out of streets
That were delicate and brutal
Hellish but truthful
You won’t put me in a grave

I STILL HATE AMERICA

Let me talk about America, I mean the USA
About the old American way of hypocrisy and purity
About the CNN mass hypnosis
I know

I STILL HATE AMERICA

Let me talk about America, I mean the USA
About the old American way of hypocrisy and purity
About the CNN mass hypnosis
I know

diversions from
The Texas earnings
Every time they make a bomb
You know they’re getting paid (Bang bang)
Let me sell you fear 'cause
Money’s made when you’re

be passe
It's hard for mama to say that she goin weak
Lookin at the money it made her hard to speak
I'm tied by this system ma hand have been Fold

bread on the strippers
Every day pour up the liquor
All them wanna be wishers
All them wanna be thrillers
I swear they give me the jitters
They get drunk

said?

Stay with me just another night please
I don't really like you hell, but I hate being by myself

The brilliance faded into time
I shuddered as it

give you respect

[Run] (sermon)
And I believe, a lot of us shouldn't condemn these rappers
Because if nobody would ah told me about God
The church folks

Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that