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the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
And of the queues round the theatre!
BOTH
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!
RAOUL
Christine spoke of an angel . . .
CARLOTTA
Where were you in '22?
The end of the honeymoon
The mask is off and the creature is coming through
Out of the void that cuts between the eye
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
does it flow?
Because I said so
I said so
How do I believe?
Only you can answer that question
How do I dream?
You have something in a someone worth
the fiends
Get it by any means, I'm in the Matrix
Need a vacation from all this fake shit
Homie I never take shit
Record it first try, you get it by take
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger prints of man...
And slivers of my life...floating,
Still soaring in space...
And spirits of bee hives
Even
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by return of post Q P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are
will
Beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willing to die we'll see
How many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs trying
Mud-blood
From roles in Mud-blood from
Roles in Mud-blood
Every seizure hit's me like the
L between it's crushed thumbs
Chicago likes me better as a maniac
The dangers of faster than light travel
A single rogue asteroid could destroy the entire space craft
Leaving you to drift aimlessly throughout the cold vacuum
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the deceiving life of this world
And so will they be pursued by a curse on the day of resurrection
How miserable is a curse in this world
Followed by another
your mind
You'll hear the angels singing with you
In between the lines
Make it simple, keep it clean
Loosen up your grip, the efforts flow beyond your
The force of regex and html
Together in the same conceptual space
Will destroy your mind
Like so much watery putty
If you parse html with regex
You are giving
on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes to elevate your mind
It's a clear
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
down
And in a distant future I
Will meet you in the crowd
I’ll see your face but I’ll go by
I overcame my proud
How to deal with so much stress
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
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