Lyrics:
bag
Watched my favorite-pirate, taken up by amber for the green
لا أتكلم العربية, been killing in the booth put in front of me
बच्चों को समझ नहीं, note
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Born Yesterday
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
No Pressure
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
Semi automatic
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
She's Not A Girl
Copyright Paul Day 1999
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line
The redeemed of the streets
That used to cling to the streets
Till we saw our thirst wasn't quenched
By the scene of the streets
Ay this ain't aimed
sto for rappinga fordi han hadde lite å si
Men jeg gjorde min ting hadde drømmer om bling
Bytta ut Mistah Pee med min man Lion King
Lion King spilte
Arise young men fine ships to build
And set them north for Valinor
'neath standards proud as fire
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
as aldoran
(Destroyed?)
Trippy within my mind, just like an album made by Pink Floyd
Somebody call them a hearse
No time to rehearse
I need to reimburse my
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?
Ripping every track that I'm rapping
Like greatness is what we demanding
But I never abide by no
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
lyst
Til å putte spyd igjennom meg
Spytter cyphers om å ta meg
Men gir ikke lyd i fra seg
Baby book en billett til
Bergen By for stor bror yeah
Her er
Marchand d'son hors standard
Sans savoir si on est
Marchand d'arme ou marchand d'art
Silence d'Or yeah
Thanks à FARF pour le fat beat men
Wassup HBee mauvais
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
color, clarity, and cut. By applying their made up standards to their new find, they could sell sh*tty Soviet diamonds for the same amount as their bigger
(Dolly Parton)
Some men find her sexy, some men disagree
But if she's not, it's not because she doesn't want to be
She wears a push-up bra from
actual collection,
I've got records that were never meant to be,
records lent to me by men from other dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd
as the threat at hand and not the better man
Who never go a lot further, they're Bob Schmurdered
By a justice system going light on a Brock Turner
So I don't
across the landscape
The land is pockmarked by the shells sent to scathe
Many standard rounds and some rounds more sinister
With the gasses that fuse with
Through the great hall, laughter echoed tales of slaughter, tales of gore
Spilt the wine like we spilt the blood Countless men we have sent to die
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