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Death Metal

Possessed

Seven Churches

Piercing your ears
With a horrible sound
Casting my elusive stare
Lucifer laughs 
His needs are fulfilled
The flames are now burning hot
Bodies are

the wheels

Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster

There's always potential full-on scale disasters

In the rec' [?] narrowly missin'

My camp be

Sparring Minds

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

the wheels
Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
There's always potential full-on scale disasters
In the rec' [?] narrowly missin'
My camp be

and scam just to get the dough
Play with the bread
I'll flame your head like Bam Bam Bigelow
Really run this shit
Every goddamn nigga know
If it ain't my

The game abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, beef? Came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames

and timbs
I don't walk with a clock yo my flavor's within
I been an old hater man get off my lawn
My rap kings are greater you're just rocking with pawns
We

flames.
Just like a sad poet with no pains.
These reflections listening to my
Poco favorite band.
Insistently pressing my mind,
something gone in lack.

seems
Plucked each petal
one by one
I've seen this one before
just another rerun
This perfect match in my brain
Couldn't hold a candle to your old flame

the spot
American idol
I've told you
Many many times
You my new thang
Ain't felt this in awhile
It's a new flame
Look myself in the mirror
I understand that

Climb deep into my mind 
Show me the light
Fix me

I can see through your lies
I can see in your eyes
The menace disguised as a dream
By the propaganda

falling with the impetuous rain my thoughts are wandering into centuries by the side of the wind and the shuddering silence of the snowy night

Screams

My grandfather was a hellfire brim stone preacher with the truth on the back of his hand 

Said I'd loose my soul to that sinful rocking roll

on point can't get shit by us
Roll up another just to get a lil higher
Flame to my blunt
This bitch is fire
Put her ass to work
Just to make her retire

with the sauce, Uncle Drew
My bad I'm just here trying to start something new

I represent the boom bap
The old school the new rap
The type of music make

Nobody ever comes down here
The dust has collected for four hundred years
Dark rooms make the foundation of this house
Yeah, they were built by

Summer nights we gazed at stars
Two hands, one old guitar
Who would've thought we'd go so far

Summer days they drifted by
Falling deep into your

of the existence of mankind
Beyond all that we can see lies the truth of our ancestry

I have the power to create
Given by the old gods
My soul is sacred
I have

a novice rapper you aint spitting flame fuck boys aint trained to bang
My whole family made it selling caine I done seen things that made me insane
I met

she wake up, love him hug him then go chase
That fire with flame a new young'en no old face
That already has a slice but could grub on the whole cake

bitch
She lickin it quick
But then gotta split
I'm deep in the game
Breathin out flame
Streets know my name
Not in it for Fame
I'm back on the track with

Backpackers, aunties, old heads, meemaws they hold the shields
Yahwah, Buddha, Krishna would you hold us dear?
Karma is a bitch, and death is her sword
Black,

go by
Life is taking its time
I am losing my mind
Maybe love's a lie
You said we were endgame
Then why'd it go down in flames
When will I have it my

brain



Old girl left my heart with stains 



Brand new ho, don’t even know her name





What a place



What a sight



What a day



What a night

with diabetes at 14 years old 
On “HIStory”, it wrote
“Dedicated to the children of the world… The healthy, the sick, and the dying”
It’d hit home

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