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creations torments lost souls
The horrors of the grapes of wrath

The dawn of the blackest sun of all skies
Mysteries of Khem revealed
Ancient arts
The language of machines

Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course

Synthetic conspiracy
of grace
You craft
Life from our mistakes

Black skies of my regrets
Outshone by this kindness
New life
Dawns over my soul
The language of machines

Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course

Synthetic conspiracy
church choir
The death stalker
New York trendtogrophy
The G-O-D, 120 degree geography
The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish
Black art of war chemist
This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew 

I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced 

To have juice means you kiss and lick
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
A bolt of blazing gold,
Lifted from the horizon's edge
Another radiant dawn sends new hope,
Avowed my hearty pledge

My yearning to be part
worst nightmare

I'm tellin' you, it's a motley crew in butt town
Monday you're new, and Friday you're through
In butt town
The producer is wily,
Intro
Worda wordee wordoo
And this is how we do
It's the official language
Of the Phat Family crew


Verse 1
Remember me and Jizzoe
Young kids back
straight up fucking someone new 

And all those rumors are so true 

That you been fucking the whole damn crew 

Ya little ribbit 

I am the all
the east
after the night, Guide my soul to a new
birth. (Lead my soul to a new dawn)
Guardians of the South, sacred spirits of
the Fire. Protect me
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn

I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
the inner city rules, conveying the news
Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks
Slam so hard it remains a landmark
The rhyme that I'm styling,
All by myself alone at home a feeling blue
Thoughts keep roaming through my mind, they're all of you
I wonder if you're dancing, with somebody new
language is so captivating
When we lose a rap nigga, the news is devastating

Whether to the prison or grave, you know this rap shit
Is built from
pop 

corks I pop New York with a dot til import 

The art then the craft, will split you in half 

I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft