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end what they start

As I fear it all will come
We cannot hide we cannot run

From: This Quiet Earth & Reality Is Lost 1999

by Chris McCarter & Dino
field of art 

I shed light  yet my skin is dark 

I'm not conerned with climbin the chart 

Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
the percussion
Blast you fast there go production

Trust, took my top hat off by all means
Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens
My stage persona,
Poster child for the Christian single
Dumped on more than a birdhouse shingle
Tired of the same old crowd, she starts to
Mingle where she don't
of mephistropheles
'cause once you start it's so very hard to cease
To say the least it's hard enough to keep it from increase
That's the box you can never close it
to die for
Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched
be right back.

Chris Cringle-

Hey pat did you hear? All my elves got sick.
I think they got herpes from some Irish chick.

Patrick O'Riley-
take the bottom line
Multiply by five, it's larger than life
That's how I'd describe our love

Take every heart beatin' that's a reelin' from
should begin to come close to da killa dimensions
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause I'm
impressionable young children that never had a chance
Growing up in these manors most are doomed from the start
'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
purchased for (Action Bronson)?"
“You know- You know, Ed, you just gotta get your mind out of the gutter
You know, you, you just gotta start thinking
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
to start it
World Park status for the Antarctica.

They rape and plunder whatever they find - Sea polluted and minerals mined. Poisoned animals slowly die
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
should begin to come close to da killa dimensions
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause I'm
Oh this is a song from my soul
This time I won't sweat it, I'm gonna let it go

I don't recognize my own face no more
I stare in a mirror than
it falls
Watching the light fade from your eyes
As we starts to numb
It?s everyday things
Time stands still
There?s blood on my fingertips
Do you feel
fingerprints
Chris Tucker, Laurence Tate, Dead Presidents
Dead white boys spread across the coffee table
Don't know maybe I'll start me up a record label
your brain
Two hundred thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
2Pac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven year old
should begin to come close to da killa dimensions
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause I'm
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his
Christian's
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
christian's
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city
The four-fifty went poppin' when he