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they need
They are the keepers of keys, blinded by burning greed
Separating fact from fiction, fueling their wicked intentions
Breaking promises

Fuckin’ lie
To my face
By now I’m used to the taste
Descent
It deteriorates
When it’s false
You can’t face
The rose falls
Dead petals
You can never replace

Now
Usually when a party is given, right
It's given by a promoter, right
And the promoter has his own people distributing fliers 
And advertising

Incinerate them
Make them pay for the torment they have caused through their lies
Their means of control through horrid hymns and false promises
Destroy them

bows by the pound
Play with this money the drake gone make 
You get down my Nigga just don't make a sound 
Just open the safe and I promise that imma

(Let it go cus it's all in the past)
(I feel like time is going by so fast)
Fuck everything lets just get away
You know you're fucked when your

rod 
And making lots of money off your holy, false god 

Protesting funerals, I bet you think it's shocking 
Need a money making scheme, the collection

find my way
My hope is fading
As I fall behind the clay
I won’t break the sins of my past
My futures burdened by false idols
The truth was revealed
When

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' 
I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest 
5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30 
Yo,

jel
They wish they had it like you girl
All they could do is just wish for it
Wait by the clock for 11:11
And when it comes then they just wish for it

chains[00:11.27]You gotta stain on your sweatshirt, only been here for an hour, hope nobody[00:15.16]get hurt Why does everybody out here look like Ernie

I said yes sir I'll have her home by 10
At 11:15 we were in the driveway kissin'
There's a party tonight in my buddy's field
I promised mama I

mighty dollar, nigga cash is king
Blood price, we pay by the liter
We pay wit our visa, we pay wit our leaders
We take witta Nina ungh mask on look like

of those from David's line
The melancholy chords come not by accident
But by the muses in my veins
The muses in my pains
The answer is art
The answer is art

Home Is a Rope

Steel Pole Bath Tub

Scars from Falling Down

someone soon
There's the car home by 11
We'll never get away
There's no reason to try
Cause we never get away with anything
Why go out and stare about

Angels targeted and shot from the sky
Served as source of narcissistic supply
Lured in by promises and pathologic lies

Idolise. Devalue. Discard

I

nothin', deep think, but I promise that I never sink

And I know why you hatin' on me
And I know you're an enemy
I know you're not no friend to me
But I

through a green light in my two seater with my lady at 11 post meridian 
Now im just listening weird looks been getting them 16 is never enough so im still

riders
Cut coke with the Benefiber
Word around my side of town
Your bitch is sly so I slid inside her
I made a promise to my mama
That I'll get these

I've been spending my life[00:07.82]Just passing by[00:12.63]I stopped looking for someone[00:16.51]That I thought I wasn't gonna find[00:22.67]I

where both of us fall
Time is a shadow we venture upon
An ocean together we cross like a pond
On our way

And under the false ceiling of all we said

the same whether we are or ain't from the streets
This situation was a mountain to climb
The past is the past and I promise I'm fine
Now sit back on your

why I go hearken the passage
Ezekiel 36:26 it's my gladness
I think it's tragic
How often I trip up in traps set
By evil factions
I'm caught up in all

The sacred promise of heaven or hell 
A childlike fantasy, a bitter sweet lie

Blessed by the moon's cold
My soul takes the color of the night