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Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6

I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
terror, by night fall you might fall
Off your pedestal but leave my rhyme work alone
You can't decode my shit without the use of Rosetta stone
This ain't
hydro, no pulse signal 
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary 
So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me? 
Barely, the quickening
Loading up the nine glocked
Stroll through the Springcreek looking for your chilling spot
You gon be a victim of a Tommy Wright Homicide
Dealee you can
Have you ever wondered why you really paying tax
Vague use of the money now it's no surprise attack
Budgeting for the war to come and all
The tower of sense inside you
Ruined by the hands of lies
Your daylight is already dusk
Feel the dead inside alive

Feeding an invincible master
so ready to get run up by incredible sex
I just wanna set up and get ate up caress your straight edible breasts
Do you hear me Loretta, sorry bout
Deceptive visions can be so real
By trusting our gifted awareness

Mental force set free, personal energy, magic strength in me

The level of perception,
a life
Then surely he can use you and me
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)

Tim Wilson lyrics

Ricky Tidwell was
, can't, calm me down
You, can't, calm me down
You, can't, calm me down
You, can't, calm me down

Petroleum, inhale it, and take a swig
Heat my brains
need your tef. vest
Only a mic with and a mic test
And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can relate 
With the trials you
And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can relate
With the trials you tribulate
Or the pains you endure
Cause some cats is pure
Tell
of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton hat, jheri curl drippin on Ronald Reagan's
Master's degree, triple beam operator
Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
God sent me here to diss you
Take a nap, you vatos are wack
You couldn't feel me
out
I can’t help yourself, I skid in doubt
I’ve dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I’m all helter-skelter, I’m on that Faust
None of me left
about this."

I'm through just getting by
Countless times a friend has told me
Watch out for the wave
Now it seems the sea will be my grave
And still you
Master's degree, triple beam operator
Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
God sent me here to diss you
Take a nap, you vatos are wack
You couldn't feel me
heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
Cause a dream is kin
get in the way
I depress her because I'm old and grey

She can't stand to see the wrinkles in my skin
By golly, girl, you're my only kin
I want
time for me to hit the skin
I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts
As we both undress
And if you let me
and a lay-away
But I need a quick decision, and I need it today

And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days

Now have
namers split a brain and plant a taste for the King of kings. I know it's a strange concept.
Pedalin' redemption boy what more can I say make me
Yo, now when you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets,
Give me your gibberish tonight and talk to me with your eyes shut
Make me giggle in your sleep, and I can dream that you're a slut
And when I wake