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Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair
Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair
Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
to the listener 
It's to the listener 

It's to the listeners  for those that have a ear for this 
State of the art  engineered for the mix 
Eardrums are
We call it art, some call it a crime
It's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
On drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit the Apple
of the devoted in line:
We call it art, some call it a crime
it's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
on drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit
are Broken to Splinters Thy Vertebrae are Severed."
Horus Hammereth Thy Head.
The Sons of Heru Smash You with Their Blows.

Thou Art Decimated by
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by. 
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry,
While
I can see the tears filling your eyes
And I know where they're coming from
They're coming from a heart that's broken in two
By what you don't see
that lie here are remains of Death

Grinding bones, screaming skulls
Broken by the lapse of time
Decay to powder, ashes to dust
Diminishing,
powerful and grand,
Of the greatest Art are going to be known to me
And then, my friend, I will no longer be...
The wizard's apprentice

I have found
We call it art, some call it a crime
It's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
On drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit the Apple
But its awfully fun to have it broken
Or at least to leave a bruise
It becomes an art
Though the rules of which are rarely spoken
By the lucky ones
the faces of children / not yet washed away / by acid tears / so just turn around and fly away / because I will send you back to heaven / with broken wings /
Chaim Witz, wherefore art though?
Does your mother know who you are now?

Not that I can point a finger, I've been a sinner just the same
Fallen hard
confess
Yeah, we left the dirty matress in the doorway but we
Could not get it through
Yeah, two windows did get broken, but by the two
Dealers who were
want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Oh, I didn't
My heart's broken, (mine's the same) 
I still love you (make it plural) 
You're so sweet! 
The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are
name

In tranquility
I fly into eternity
The silence is broken
By my screams

Oh, mysterious night, thou art my silent mistress
Make me once more
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
the town I loved so well

Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirits be bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are set
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-see,
acres
Of absolutely nothing
And then Stevie called and said
Are you watching what I'm watching
I said I'm watching what you're watching
Oh what is it
smoked herb
Been beaten by his dad or heard bad spoken word
I got a pretty mean overbite
I'm still trying to navigate the settings on my Focusrite
day will bring
I think about art and I think about madness
Are truly joined at the hip?
Was it Van Gogh who was crazy or the world that is crazy?
If I
I was starving
Tell me
How are we crew
I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue
Like God's first draft of the sky
Balls it up for something new
And if you