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The pearls were caste
Unbroken cycles
Reborn to die
Thine Will be Done

c rationale that's sickening repeats
Inbred a system that perpetuates suffering

Listen up, bitches
You know me as the Devil
Yes, be the demon you were born to be, son
The darkness flows within me
I will hold back the tide of my

the bigger picture
Retaliation is a must
They waiting by the bus stop
He barely heard them gunshots
But you know he saw his son drop
He was only 10 his life

only love can bring us hope

These are some serious times

Please put all your weapons down

Mankind is so unkind

The cycle goes round and round

Yea

I'm a Winans Too

Winans Phase 2

We Got Next

1999

Taking it to another level

Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by

Dead and Gone

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, I'm surrounded by my peers
There I lay, day after day has

Through the valley, through the valley
Are we in Babylon, are we family?
A mother loss her son, it wasn’t naturally
When you’re white and shoot a gun, it’s

have no good influence
His only son and it's all love but we still get into it
I always wanna be alone but I hate being lonely
My loved ones told me dat

fat then eat you up 
Then your sons and your sons daughters,the cycle goes on
Makes you think that death is the way out
But stay woke... EliYah came

the cycle till the stereotypes fit perfectly 
The medicine brethren trampled by the steeples blunt peaks
It wasn't me

Rattlesnakes in the medicine cabinet

My name is win
You can call me winner
Cause you are a loser
MOTHER FUCKER

Cause I'm a son of Lucifer
So show some respect
You can't just call me win

Momma your son is shining, he's glistening
I do not know what my peers see in me
But my suspicions point to the God they see in me
The same one that

war the brings the end
Servants
Blindly devoted the disciples of death
Father
A bastard son that seeks revenge
You will find a cycle that will never end

don't care
I ought to know you is really right here 
Oh momma say I'm different special holy vessel drawn by stencils
I no recognize myself, too many

Reminiscing father time
My son's about to be five
Look back at me and mine
My only parent survives

One divorce and two losses
Father Time baring

Letter to my son that's what Nelly wrote
That shit rewinding back he lost all his hope
Raised by his grandparents cuz his dukes was Too young
Never

I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger never letting go
Pressure got you blowing strong
Only thing to balance out the lows
Thumb and index by

other planets in your chart
All being loved by you
All being protected by you
All being warmed by you
And all being fucked by you
You bulldoze through

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

Raise your lighters cuz I'm ignited to shed light
Like some high beam headlights in the middle of the night
Prepared to make the dead alive 
By

Charolais

Horslips

Tain [Expanded Edition]

1974

and manly sons 
Ireland's most exciting saga is, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The
Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centerpiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic

Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then

Word up, we all over the stage man
Travel by train, bus, boat, car, or airplane
I do my do, do my thing
I gotta feed my family by all means necessary