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The pyramids were built by giants
The sons of angels who failed the highest
The book Enoch was removed in silence
It explains the truth that's
of eight rays
Surround by seven, lesser stars support
Left knee on land and right foot water
Waters of life
Below in the measure that they
Can receive her,
Windows in New York City
All dressed up with ribbons and smiles
Snow covers the park like a carpet
And bills on white carriages roll by in style
St.
go
(woah ah ah ah)
When you grindin' everything will go
(ah ah ah)
When you grindin' everything will go
Walk up in the spot, give me 10 of those
(10
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
The hero he rode a white horse
Across the desert to where his woman was
He'd been riding for four days
When he saw the tower where she was
The hero he rode a white horse
Across the desert to where his woman was
He'd been riding for four days
When he saw the tower where she was locked
The true son perhaps
Believes god lives
Within a lie
In valid
For thirty eight years
You well again
Stop sinning or else
Something bad will happen
For
know, goodbye
Over the years it seems that aging's just not for me
Though I ache just below the knees and it flows to my heart
And all through
looks from below
Well the landscape is eroding and the color is gone
All the lyrics I had written that you didn't care for,
No longer apply; their meaning
feel like clout killed the heroes
It's cold out here we know
My city below zero
Yeah
And this shit isn't simple
But this shit isn't optional to those who
a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow you never know
He didnt even have to go there
Unprepared now he's six below
Why know I'm chillin',I gots no time for
Jerry, pick up that slant below your nose
Striped up inside your furry coat
Those days, memories go too far
In the east go by car
Memories go too far
Now that the war's being won
Where are you now, my son?
The siren gives a running break to those who live in town
Take the children and the blankets
on a white line
I was feeling sky high thinking that I'm blessed
I would hit a drive by, give a bit of my mind
Get em with a 9 iron, aim for the chest
Coz
some discussion
Need an uptick on overall work production
Columbiana back side cocoa butter rubbing
No lipo suction finish toasting by the ocean
Those 9
of teeth and cunt
For those below who rose to hunt
Sor sights that preyed on Me for days
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all
The slew of sith
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
Wisdom, dear Wisdom, I crave your guiding glow
For my soul's balance, as above, so below
Why do I dread those ghouls of long ago?
Why do my fingers
the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness
Out of the deep dark depths below
Three
and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Look, there below, see the child
trembling by her father's side.
Now I can tell you why...
she is why you must die.
flies
And I'll follow it tonight
One more for this life
One more for the show
One more for the sky
And the fire down below
One more for the night
Where
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