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the midst of which all day

The red sunlight lazily lay



Ah, by no wind, are stirred those trees

That palpitate like the chill seas

Around the misty,

Brandon lets go, lets go Brandon lets go
It's a manufactured crisis, bigger than the War on Terror
And the rise of manufactured ISIS, this crisis
From

An old man sits in front of the mirror
An old man looks in the face of a young
Battered by the years of dreaming and fighting so long

Remembers good

red blood
Hate by nigga's and bitches that never even met us
They want us killed cause we next up
Bitch we next up


Running your mouth get you slumped

Finna go smoke this hoe
Yeah, woah huh
Finna go smoke that hoe
Shit, huh
You can tell lies by their face in their eyes
And they really don't like

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet

Soldier Death

Soldier Death - are you on the hike?
The war pipes sounds by thy side
Soldier Death wears an opaque cape
Takes away your fear and hate

Settled once never settle again
Got my foot on the pedal again
Having wars with the devil again
Means I'm losing some battle within
Feel in love with

never be tamed
I don't want to be mislead
I would rather walk among the dead
I do not care what you said
I will not be consumed by the thread
You're about

Gained by total segregation
Publicize adulteration
Worshipping brutalization

Wars of disease and strive
Serpents coiled to strike
Starve the useless

love my thick dick so they brag
Point me to men I'm tryna shag (uhhh)

I got slutty rick tank tops
My huge cock is wanted by ops
Spent lotta money in sex

start holy wars
Driven by God

Red will drip from the walls
We will drain the blood from you all
We'll feast on flesh with the God
Who sent us

Daylight

to school, go to the
Movies, go to the club, go to the store
Turn on the news
It's like were livin' in a war
No one to trust
The cops are the fuckin' crooks
In

the Buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta

labels signing 
Pop the trunk
Everybody under tables crying
It's a war going on between the real and the fake 
Which side you on 
I can tell by who still

fell asleep
Blinded by the world's hatred
In a haze of peace
Left to my own devices
cnd I been told that the soul is priceless
The rules of the game

still gettin mosquito bites
Another game of football with a strike lightning
And titan fights inspirin music by me

New World Disorder

Biohazard

New World Disorder

1999

and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think

Champion

Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy for President

2000

my mind to hit the grind and get paid
That glock 45 I go to war with all these haters
My faith is now greater because I know that I'm the man
My

can be sure that you'll get more than you bargained for
And we'll win this war, 'cause we've got something worth fighting for

And now we conquer
One by

take It by the horns
Ride it till you can't no more, understand that this is war
Smash it to the ground like thor, smash it To the ground like Thor

a matter of win, never lose this game, the real issue is life, no shame!
Step by step corrosion and the pain, (have you) got anyone to pray?
Step by step

led by the blind)
Because the mouth lie with words but the heart don't
Many change up with the seasons fall apart like leaves
If you tune while I'm

making, money by the pound
Rally around the flag, it's about to go down
 
 
Once again I'm off the grid, I'm out the game, I'm through the zone
I'm in