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The Dream killers
With low self esteem
Below the surface
We know for certain the shade you throwing ain’t working
I am here for a purpose
My First
I'm nasty rotten
I'm thoughtless
I'm often off my rocker
The goal keeper
The soul eater
I'm playing soccer
Somebody save the kid
He doesn't know what
Bitch I wake up with that blade
No mercy just stab and slay
Shadow the keeper of souls
Don't play
Lock yo body in its grave
Aye
Stupid Busta
uhh
My bitch a latina, I call her alina
Her body a 10, I call her blaatina
You catching this jabs we went to
The arena, my bitch a keeper, im
Loving her
on fire
He is our keeper he is our killer
Fights to death for souls while they have a dreams
No one will come to help no one care no one even knows
He
me
Time is a killer
Love is a beast
Who's the keeper of your dreams
When you're sleeping
Or When you're undone
And there's nowhere left to run
Don't
See im just coming for they head
Like the clippers running
Now all them fakers gotta go
Its like them killers gunnin
See i took all kinda hate
But i
a dream
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
It was all a dream
I'm paralyzed by my motivation
What's the price of ambition? It comes with separation
I'm
Finally I'm gonna be the one to be seen
Seen by all those surrounding me
And filling me with dreams
Suddenly it's clear to me I'm a droplet in
and I'm turnt I had a dream
Had to turn it down, life ain't what it seem
Now I got these chains, yeah, they glisten, yeah they beam
Group full of killers
The summer was the killer
Between our hearts and minds
Every day a drama
Dragging by in quarter time
By summer it was over
I couldn't see it
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Welcome to the mob you have now been invited
To step inside my world
Where lames get indicted
Killers get excited the drama gets sub united
FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf
Vampire Nights
Towers rise like tombstones
Graveyard
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
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
kapa
Vuta shisha baba toa chapaa na badili chupa bapa kwa bapa
We wanna do we gonna do we wanna chill na home boys
Dream come true dreams came true we
to
stoop to violence
Still might rip a Smith to smithereens
c bit extreme, you satisfying a killer's dream
With the trillest team
I seen bitter beams
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
attaining
ultimate enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled...
[Part 1: THE INVOKING]
[The Aspirant Reaches The Summit]
Keepers of the cosmic
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
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