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Life Cycles

Watchtower

Control and Resistance

1989

One moment's pause
One moments retreat
Away from the heat...
The silent surroundings
The black of the predawn sky
The chilled air of night
All

statue
For every wise response, a sly remark, I can't match you
Cos logic's out the widow and reason's out the door
I'm looking hard at it like tracks by

the beast retreat.
Dont play boy, we’ll meet and greet,
Beat your knees, that’s lyricly for me,

But PTB’s here to hear you scream,
Beat it chief or you will

and cheech 
Better bet I zoom before facin defeat 
I will not retreat
Make ya head spin you might some aleve
Boi I'm crazy like steve 
She like my rhymes

fight, succeed
It's on and they might retreat
Against shinobi this cold, yeah their life'll cease

It's a known fact, carry the legacy of my old man
White

unique
Not even at my peak
I stand my ground you retreat
Yous a chair, yous a lazy boy
Reclining your ass while I'm making hits boy
Confirmed by Couple

Ahhh ahhh
Springing into action how I hold my head in grief
Ahhh ahhh
Living day by day left me losing track Of weeks
Ahhh ahhh
24/7 battle, call it no

on vacation
He runs until he's out of breath or caught by suffocation
So he got busy praying asking for a medication
And he's fast upon the track despite

can rock a track like rocking chairs at Cracker Barrel
I can speed it up and slow it down like manual
I'm tearing this beat up like I'm animal

Yeah we

I’m chasing is Os
TvCapone he got multiple flows
So you haters gon watch when I come up and grow
Niggas be talking I don’t even know
Stay by myself

to get your cash
You dry so ashi I'm samurai jack 
I'll crack your coconut you ain't moving racks
I'm with the coolest cats 
No retreat we ain't moving

Something you ain’t when you ain’t in these streets
Neither am I but I’m killing these beats
And making this heat, my tracks on repeat
All you wannabees

waiting
May your vibes be as mellow as this track banging 
Please don't use this day to do chores 
I know how you are, but of course do whatever ya want

And flex every muscle
Be a fuckin cutthroat
To every track you rumble
Bejumble their brains
Stand to never stumble
Show em you’re trouble
Fuck em all up

a room
Then its gunna be a homi
Yeah, I tinker with your heart
Like I just picked up a new hobby
Run the track, don't feel a thing
I’m looking like I’m

hand at the time   
 
Are there any drugs that can help
Me lose track of the time
Counting bills had me lose my mind
Will I make it through the night

much, wonder why my soul got snatched like that

I'm just sickened when I'm always surrounded
Surrounded by the all the two-face fakes, numbers turn

through fast
My healing to finish, feel better at last
Followed forever, by the shadow on my back
And if I retreat or feel beat or react
He clings to my

Knock, knock
Coming from the door
It's like
Seven in the morn
I'm trying to sleep
This number cannot be reached
So I
Try to retreat
Back under

resolve bound to the tracks of the train

After all we've done and all its entailed
I stood in front of the golden door
For the only one has never failed

They singin the same thing
If I ain't like it before
Then why spin it back
I'm too busy movin forward to retreat
Too many people got they failures

artificial status
Spastic ideas of my half-baked madness
Thank God he gave me something to keep up with my one-track mind
First or sixth gear is all I know,

much less heavy
With you, by my side

Bioluminescent flora
Is trying to present the floor to
Light our trek into the darkness
Guide our track just as far

like a mouse
When I'm stomping round the house
45 finding your teeth
Socal vanish on the beat
Find me murdering the fleet
Making whole armies retreat