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to the back of my brain to keep me joking fast
Racked by a lack of pain contain and numb the mass
Crass maybe I'm insane refrain and shun my ass
Let me pass,
back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for
by me
so stand by gwaan big it up
Right ya now a you me want fi luv up
So comin inna me life because I love you so much
I like ten fireside woman you
dor
A morte cantou vitória
Sobre o rei da glória
Mais ele ressucitou
2x Todo joelho a dobrar
Todo olho verá
O cordeiro santo de
Oh, farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
Through
song
They sold me by factor on decrease alone
It was His own sovereign choice
That He would snatch me up out of the grave
Took me up, turned me
to step back ten paces
Mike: Step back? I’m not even moving! This is a peaceful protest
G: This is an authorized zone only
Mike: Yeah This is
I bet they believe me now X-Factor like Simon Cowell
Bart Simpson don't have a cow General, Colin Powell
She bust it down, do the ground Scrape
owns the Sun and Moon
You race around to prove you're here
Live in love, to love your fear
Oil Slick is so damn sly
Catch that feeling
By
and gorse, hawthorn and ash
are sculpted to better represent you.
The blanket rain-cloud drifts in to wrap you,
to feed the streams by which I too am fed:
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?
*chorus* 2X (fades)
Again another king shall rise
A crafty man
Who shall command a golden image of Caesar to be made
Therefore martyrdom shall abound
Then shall faith return
A father, a woman, a man, a son
Four souls who claim that they're all in love
Surrounded by golden beaches
Listening to Bamboleo on repeat
Blinded by lights in the sky
Flying towards the dreams of no return
Riding on wings unable to fly
Crashing and burning where ever I go
Reaching the point
I am leaving home
And if I never return
You don't have to remember me
Take me from this world
Take me from this pain
Take me by the hand
Make it go
loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal
Even though we go back to royals, black oils
Live as ever, can't tell me nothing, whatever
This thing
grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
And spilled
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
in the sky, see the Malcolm X ring
Malcolm X-files, it's a Malcolm X thing
As you ask yourself, "What does Malcolm X mean?"
I return to the force in
your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's
Time has shown there is no hope in countries
Where black liquid reigns
War of clowns who had devised many plans to derange
The vanishing of oil
Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
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