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eagle is chrome
It's time for harvest I'm just here to reap da seeds that were sown
Four months without the puss now im eager to bone
For blunts I want da

a candle cast the light 
Long shadow faces  in the evening                                                 
with steam to cut the corn
the harvest

of the sun

But fate transpired to rob him 
of everything he owned
The world is dark and twisted
Bad harvest for the good seeds you sowed
Almost worked himself

My last forest played games with my head
Tried to spread the seeds of knowledge
Wound up clueless instead
Cause what you think in your head
Is filtered

a performance
Informant as dormant as doormats
Seems that we can't afford asking anymore
Yet any less is boring
Needless to say I keep recordin' it
Seeds sowed we

set out

Pure like fire, I follow the light
Alive as the soil, I harvest what I seed in my ground
Invisible like wind, with my mind I move anything
Free

I remember, golden fields of grain.  We’d pray for sun on Sunday and if it came we’d pray for rain.
Hundred years of towns folk planted seed within

my blood, I guess that shit was important
Cold world spinning regardless
Sewn seeds reaping the harvest
Focused and its keeping me cautious
They ain't

(Say cheese)
The higher you vibe, the higher you go
Vibrate fast don't vibrate slow
Think about what you want focus this your show
Plant your seeds

the attributes of Darkness
Stand alert against Darkness
Veiled in the guise of alluring or romantic truths
To sow Trojan seeds
Is to harvest the tares of despair

they try to be a part of it
What's your integrity how could you not believe
Then expect harvest when you ain't sow a seed
I get it, I seen it from

time to play
The harvest is coming soon
She can tell by the moon
Diane can make anything bloom
Diane
Beautiful Diane
Diane is sleeping in today
She’s

seeds for harvest, regeneration
Celebrating the lamb imitatin' his hands and feet
Hit the streets in the Land of Lincoln
Opps in media put the bans

cold and gone
Reaping the greatness of your harvest, because your seed was sown
And working while it's day, 'cause when night falls, I'm coming home

man and confidence will make you believe
But confidence and competence are different things
The Diddler plants one kind of seed to harvest his personal

of Your Favor

Fountain of Living Waters
Fountain of Living Waters

Bread for our food
And seed for us to sow;
Grace ensures a bountiful harvest
The circle

And not waste the life that You gave me
My deepest desire is to go where You lead
The harvest is great and I'm sewing the seed
Working the soil but its You

in the fire
I'm underwater listening to Marlin and Dory
So imma just keep swimming
Just keep swimming, swimming till I see
I'm in a season of harvest

the future earthlings deserve?
Romans, knights and pharaohs have sown the seeds of the world we walk today
All they've built over generations, time to harvest

mind
Yet my actions saying that I want it
It's been six years in one spot
Harvest is over, no proceeding (Pro seed in)
Should I wait for the next season

and mortar/
So Pardon, the Spartan, coming out of the Garden/
You can plant the seed but the weather determines ya Harvest/
They harken on my Jargon like its

to delight
It's a harvest of seeds from the ground of own wounds
Sewed in gold

KYOTSUKETE

Eyes chiseled down by screens
Gears grinding against teeth
Wires sticking out battery acid pouring out from our arterys
Nothing but a side character

Taught by her mother in the arts, rode on animals, men and dead things
Travelled to meet and greet and serve her lord, the evil Master
She was given