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Twist My Fingaz (Y.G.) · Victorious: Music from the Hit TV Show (Victoria Justice) · Victorious (The Perishers) · Victorious (Lorenzo Irving) · Victorious (Panic at the Disco) · Underdog Victorious (Jill Sobule) · Victorious 2.0: More Music from the Hit TV Show [Original TV Soundtrack] (Victoria Justice) · Victorious (M.D. Stokes & Victorious Praise) · Victorious 3.0: More Music From The Hit TV Show (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Face to Face (The Kinks) – and 90 other albums »


his name
Far below are my beliefs

Your majestic light shines down upon me
I turn my face...and shut my eyes
For your light casts darkness upon my
a miracle I wonder
I feed the addict to my venom
Rhythmic, smooth rock the pendulum
Myself a so glorious
I play with hopes till victorious
Gridlock within my
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply
Yeah, truth is stark
your age shit
You a little kid
That run for faces
More niggas get killed like that

Mad man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside
consume ego's order
Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos

Lamipsos, illumination in the face 
Of thousand faces gnosis 
Obtained by descending 
Into the tunnels
They held their heads with laughs of pain
They learned from men who'd just refrain
From glancing at a mirror's face

Seven screaming diz-busters
a milky way 
Lust is splashing the dark face of the moon 

In the Samhain mist 
We lay in welcome by the western gate 
With the five fold kiss 
For
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted 
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest 
Have you layin' with
way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon

In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted 
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest 
Have you layin' with
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted 
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest 
Have you layin' with
of the flesh, fresh, dope"
I'm set apart you're just a shot in the dark
and the darkness casts no shadow
And I'll be victorious, no matter who I battle
So every
After one or two I get used to the room
We go slow when we first make our moves
By five or six I'll bring you out to the car
By number nine with
your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night
You'll be stiflin' your screams

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like
As everybody passed her by, he's the only one who waited
And she never blamed herself for trying
And what's the difference anyway, Indifferent is the only way
to trace
The face of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss
Of despair and misery
The other a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by
your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night
You'll be stiflin' your screams

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like
and trials and despair
If your faith is strong
you'll know where to cast your cares

Hold your head up high, not with pride or arrogance
Be glad to know
a halt or
Their society aborts
1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins'
Bullets and escape with their lives.
But in Cairo Sadat dies in a hail
his chest up 
 The hollow tips ripped his vest up son is messed up 
 and blessed up; call my cast up it's time to dress up 
 Four-fifth
you ope, zeros
By my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt

And I'm out for nine nickel 
INS tha rebel
West, list this, this, this
to tell a story, ohh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
"Am I a good man? ..."

Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin' the ones
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