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the word made flesh we don't hangman
I can't save my life unless I lost it all
Kicking it with Mathew, Luke, and John but I feel like Paul
Aye aye
They say

twelve-gauge for a cane, for good old Doc to wield
By three o' clock that Wednesday, down Freemont street they came
And found them cowboys arming up, of which

with with the designs  
Of Louis Sullivan
And died taking pictures 
When the old Stock Exchange caved in 
His mangled body 
Was discovered by a crew
But

Souls, Exposed By The Dark Side. I Ride For The Have Knots, Many In My City. Hear The Bullet Shots, Young Seeds, Shocked By The Discovery, Dead Bodies In

get caught in the rain, I'm just a lost soul, with a crossbow and Clint Eastwood's poncho, in a showdown with the grim reaper, I'm going in like an inn

gotta go 
We not goin That’s on soul
No stoppin 
Once these  Wheels Done touch the Floor 
Neva fold Neva told 
Bikelyfe Livin bold 
Gettin out Even in

Moved the cloth and lit the lantern
Can't know this old rock too well
The deeper we go the unreal grows real
The things we've seen will carry 'til

make it out the HOOD mana kill a motherfucker tell his mother to take this shlong
Fear old men in a life where u die young don't wanna get buried by by

You live in A Lazarus Soul
In the Dubliners' songs of old
And the Pogues
The art that never grows old

You Live in
Fireworks at the prefabs
Cash for

Soaked by some juicy limes
None of us are Noah
We don't live a 950 year Lifetime
Because of what Jesus did Am I fine?
I don't know We'll see after I repent

yah? I don't see you
Disappear like John cena kapoya
Hit it with the kung foo
Bitch you want to eat that dick? and suck it all food?
Soul food
Soul track

a natural y'all ain't
In my scope like long range
I'm up to something I'm in the oven like mom made Cookies
Old habits John- Wait
That's die hard And you

two years later it's a whole new you
Yeah, your dad in your eyes and that shit go through
Hit me in my soul so bad, don't know what to do for shit, damn

thoughts, Sheol where the pain sits
We're our own savior when the souls in need of maintenance
Let the pain wither away, then I make it's resting place,

Divine Language, unknown to the strangers
Past present and future, fast slow and still
His Divine Will, shall reveal the real, for real
John Paul

Uh lex With The Records
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?

I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent

The Throne of Tragedy

Arcturus

La Masquerade Infernale

1997

Based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,
Is translated by the undersigned,
And hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg
Hear!
From

La Masquerade Infernale

Arcturus

Disguised Masters

1999

[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren]
[is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg]

Hear!

In the Flesh

Jurassic 5

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

live 
I socialize with the wise 
Underprivileged spiritually deprived 
At times in the flesh 
Airwaves getting checked 
The vibe is energized by

wish I was sedated
Infuse my delusions with kratom and Satan
Cut with AA medallions, musta grabbed thousands
Fouled up by fucking and running
Hustling

of collective truths
Down the tunnels of the mind, through the foggy ruins of time
John Horatio Malkovich will be waiting
"I'll see you in court" you old racist

a religious man
Found comfort in the hope faith brought, I guess
These days are all but empty pews
Of the churches where so many souls were caught and abused

You know you're getting old
When there's trees younger than you
But taller than your house
I mean deciduous not evergreen
I was a clever teen but

it old school 
Bar-b-q with the soul food at Nicole's pool 
Mister, Jayson, Andrew, Ran2 and you can't forget Miguel
Shout out to Deontay man I hope