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don't care
I ought to know you is really right here 
Oh momma say I'm different special holy vessel drawn by stencils
I no recognize myself, too many

Reminiscing father time
My son's about to be five
Look back at me and mine
My only parent survives

One divorce and two losses
Father Time baring

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger never letting go
Pressure got you blowing strong
Only thing to balance out the lows
Thumb and index by

other planets in your chart
All being loved by you
All being protected by you
All being warmed by you
And all being fucked by you
You bulldoze through

Raise your lighters cuz I'm ignited to shed light
Like some high beam headlights in the middle of the night
Prepared to make the dead alive 
By

rain down destroying homes
Thousands left homeless their future unknown
The cries of the innocent a plea ignored
By those who support this endless war

Charolais

Horslips

Tain [Expanded Edition]

1974

and manly sons 
Ireland's most exciting saga is, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The
Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centerpiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic

Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then

Word up, we all over the stage man
Travel by train, bus, boat, car, or airplane
I do my do, do my thing
I gotta feed my family by all means necessary

a son redundant and drunk
Benaz tried stopping from shoving
Her mum around
So now he beats her like it makes him proud

The fat lips meant she had to quit

the cycle of life

You're so sick from existing
Stop resisting
You know the hates constricting 
Exist in nothing 
Stop resisting 

You're hated by what you

took by the cops
c cold war
There's peace
Man them get in beef for no need 
Mothers lose a son
Kids lose a dad
The war has begun
It don't stop at that

And what they've left for me
To bury the leviathan's plague
As the prophecy's son
Guess what boy?
There ain't no chance yeah
Without this cure,
You'll walk

need you lady
I'm far from righteous I've committed nights just like this
Wilted by guilty conscious filthy promise filled his momma
Treating my sons

Linoskiii, or Lino for
Short, or Lino Skywalker
Homie as long as you know the flow


I'm from Koreatown, I chill in Mid-City
Though
Over by and West, close

phases
Optimistic bitch, you are not a witch
You can see that I got in the cycle of these troubles
Phases passing by, expectations die
Singing to my

thing you know he'd end up
Like Bobby drop off's by eight
Told you on NC, steer ya destiny
But you can't force ya fate
You can't let cycles of bad

power's false guise
Who no one but you can recognize
You were 3 days late 
From sealing another son's fate

So mission accomplished
Your damage is done
You

been typing "lmao" with a straight face
Feel like I ain't moving i'm stuck in the same place
Niggas tryna son me like we ain't the same age
Ain't we just

The Word says,
"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves"
You don't know who you could be helping just by standing up for what's right

That to you sound ignorant
But it's a reason why everybody's feeling it
From Waverly to Aurelius
Really it's
A symphony
Or an orchestra
Orchestrated by

Gangsta

Fat Joe

Loyalty

2002

smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah