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With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
to an induced somnambulism
Fueled by propaganda
Inevitable scorn prevailing banality in radical force
Perceives the disappearance of all genuine criticism
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
All the food and the air and the river stream,
Been soiled by technology.
Packaged in barrels, (they're packaged in barrels!) delivered in cans,
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my
strength in whom I trust
The Lord is my rock and my fortress
My God, my strength in whom I trust
By you I can run through troops
By you I can leap over
justified
All my betrayals when I listen to Morente
The alibi of my throat is rejected
The alibi of my gift is overthrown
With six impeccable threads of scorn
gone low
Or gone by sundown, they're dodging 5-0
Now as I wander through the city goin' mad
I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass
hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
to
Me by the shores of Isagumi
Why shouldn't it happen to us?
Oh the busy little hornet doesn't scorn it
To ignore it really is ridiculous
It's a ritual
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for the proof
said by the happer.
I whiles thought it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ''Shame, is your conscience no chackit?''
But when I grew dry from a horn,
It
all delivered to your sofa
Celebrate another That's That
You deserve it girl, you put some miles on that Snap Chat
'Cause freedom don't divide by ten
never leave, you know I need you by my side
Please don't try to leave me or manipulate me with lies
Please don't never tell me you need a break and you
Embraced by the fluidic abyss I adore
Engulfed in beauty that I cannot see
Pressure mounting on its floor
Granulated rock shifts beneath my feet
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
HE CAME THROUGH
By Russ Taft
Picture Moses by the red sea shore
Pharoah knows they can't run no more
Water way too deep and wide
They can't swim,
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