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where the war is
Reminiscent of how drill in New York is
Life is a movie we're not at the cinema
It's getting spicy I'm not talking cinnamon
I'm smoking

shit all by myself
I fucked the game up
I ain't change nothing
All I did was change the frame up
Picture this
Oil up my gun
Make sure my gun never jam

Mandela, how I'm keeping the piece
When its war, they gone fucking retreat
That swinging sword of saint Michael on me
Don't sleep
Niggas fuck around, they

are all but a fading light
Staring at them stars remembering that we used to be on fire
Who stole your fire
Was it torn by war torn gods
Preaching scorn

Put you in the aviary, you a pigeon, a bird
I'm the shit, you a turd
Want my piece of the pie, I'ma need like, a third
He don't cover his bases, can't

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make

type of cash even if it's crypto
Currency
Bitches they mclovin me
Tell by the way they hugging me
Game is tug of war
Both sides yea they tugging me
Spit

Father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Has he forsaken
His children to the flame
Blinded
By the wars he's waged
Callous to their pain
Does he

(wow)

Pull up in the Brinks
Moving real heavy like I got shit to sink
Out of my way before I start to swing
Stop moving dumb cause you got no strings

setting in
I'm out of tired lungs
I have no one to impress
I hardly leave the house
All by myself
A mess
I watch myself sink into the couch
Exist
You can

feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted

I'm passed out and it's like I'm in a war
Life is passing while I'm wasted

Gained by total segregation
Publicize adulteration
Worshipping brutalization

Wars of disease and strive
Serpents coiled to strike
Starve the useless

Take Me to the Basement

The Opus

First Contact

2002

zoom into that war paint sensation
Take Me to the basement
Lets dis-sable the cause rotation
Sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you

the same boat, why you tryna make holes?
If they sink, we sink, this is madness

I'm offended that you're offended by me taking offense
Trump can't build

play with his men
While we sink towards our bitter end

Nearer, my God, to Thee
That's what they'll sing
Can't you hear?
Oh, yes I hear it

The war

my shot, like it or not
I keep it factual
They killin kids
While we kick it back and scroll
Tell me what gives?
Are you not mad at all?
This sink

Creative Control

O.C.

Word...Life

1994

and yo 
O is not about to be between an imaginary tug-of-war 
Feedin' me park style with bread like a pigeon 
So I say, get your ears ready for creative

Say What

Guerilla Black

Guerilla City

2004

not you're man or hubby
I'm handsome no not ugly 
It's the flow spit tin, go getting, high class to chicken
By pass those pigeons hell
Shake; shake when

to nothing, this abyss
I sink in, my veins imbued with Curse of the black plague
Darkness I embrace

Satanic images of revealing wisdom now enlightens my eyes

Drinking got me thinking more
Swimming I can't sink at shore
You know that I'll be rolling when the beef's on
My momma call my phone she tell me be strong

Sink or swim with 1 life jacket a show you yo kin
Lord forgive my sins protect my kid im just tryna win
A bigger picture switched my lens n then I

from all we have left in us
The fear slowly sinks in
Taking over lives
When will they see clearly
This is not a fortunate war
So many lives left

people think
See for me to feel great man I needed that drink
Graduated school and flushed the liq down the sink
Now I gotta be you for kids who wanna be

Of the standards to which we sink
With all beauty
Seemingly exiled to The Moon
We got microwave ovens and coffins by the dozen
And English remains the domain