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the cycle, break the silence 3, 2, 1 she's on the ground, 3, 2, 1 she
gets a beat down every 11 days in this country a woman is murdered by her husband,
and try and separate the sum
But he dumb, he didn't know we had a way to overcome
Rejuvenated by the beating of the drum
Come together by the cycle
soundin fine
Blastin through the speakers by Sound Design
Charlie Red in the air; this hustler fiends for Rustler jeans wear
Peeps stare at my Foto Pass
We don't like endless cycles
Are take is more than meets the eye
That's our answer yeah that's our answer
'cause we don't care at all

Don't
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious!  This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!  SISSSSSY!

"It was nearly eleven, when I started
And the scars my trophies
And by far it's only the start

Your blue skies gray around here
Winter burns, stones won't turn
Cycle frozen
Your day is night
mountains of the dead 
With blood runs the river red 

Hate breeds hate, escalation of violence 

See the flying war machines 
Dropping seeds of fire
and try and separate the sum
But he dumb, he didn't know we had a way to overcome
Rejuvenated by the beating of the drum
Come together by the cycle
But the Fairy Child knew more;
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
leaf 
Stakin' with 40 thieves 
Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates 
Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough 
In they dime,
swim in the red sea
Even if it's so Betsy
Rode more saddles than Willie Shoemaker
It doesn't take Diamond all day to make a
Hype slammin track, but I
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
thieves 
Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates 
Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough 
In they dime, lita named sunshine 
The lower
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
Germany 
It has declined there by forty-one percent 

Since 1971 and his Canadian thinks 
It's time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
shit's all hype dude
Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful
Just be real, that shit's not like you
Man you know these things go through a cycle
Straight from
the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea