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shake off
It was rising in her like a coiled serpent awoken from a deep slumber
By a gnawing hunger, and the need to be filled
Suddenly, Samara found

of problems 
N I intend to solve dem hoes
One by one
The answer is one
This automatic gun'll put decept in a con
That's a supernatural slumber
So nigga pick

running in It
Number 1 the slumber ender
Louder than the thunder
And the light thats under
Front you finished
Gun is whipping
So there really ain't a point

Late night drive by throw it out the window
Concrete jungle, this is what you don't know
Grass is always greener in the places that it does grow

Looking

the sun 
My momma only son
Did a lil time 
In the slumber
Had to change it up

MO dreams
MO schemes
Smoking to much
I need mo weeds
I close my eyes
And get

the rib
Came out my slumber
Balling like KD or ballin like Messi
Sending out a SOS
Blowing on gas hit heavy, heavy
All round shit get messy
I was woken up I

overstanding we enshroud centuries of dominating impulses 
Led by destructive fear
As light shines on the horizon
Enter the embrace of non-emasculating divine

know what to do, well I might just 
Sit back burn a fat spliff
Close my eyes go galactic 
I'm feeling fantastic 
Great no Gatsby 
Got a full bag by

for far too long, I need it back at any cost
This progress you speak of has been halted by the cold
Okay but the memories you seek will always haunt you

them p's from morning to eve
By any means
You get in between
Get hit with that beam 
Im all on the scene
Bitch its Trap travi
My name got a ring
You

see the smoke
His wife woke up out of her slumber
Sorry bitch your days are numbered
Grab her by her fuckin neck
I snap it, like I walk to Jazz
Sorry

Neverbone and Samurai Barry

500 years later, two heroes were born
One clothed in blue spandex, the other in scorn
They were Ninja Sex Party, they had but one

the rules

Regime takin' over my body it seems
Waitin' for warfare

I can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue
The scorn in your soul may tell

to wage, punk
Uh, ya know we more major
Orators, warped brains, our forte's more danger
Storm stages, scorn fakes the Lord take 'em
To morgues, place 'em,

would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone

slapped in the back of the head
Ain’t no need to repeat cause you heard what I said
I sent them a message they left it unread
Walk by the Spirit I gotta be

And your boyfriend don't like me
Can tell by the way he scorns at me spitefully
And they say nice guys finish last
But imma be the first the hit that
As long

Living day by day
With the struggles
With the pain
With my troubles
Anyway i know that imma be ok
Gotta focus anyway
We move its gonna be ok
Its

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Martha's Trouble

Christmas Lights

2002

born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort

my sights, yeah
Hands been on her thighs
Tan lines on her waist, yeah
We might take a flight

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I wake em from that slumber stupid is

You're here in three weeks
But nothing's the same
You're a mess and I start
To call you by name
And I just don't know what to do
When you say your mother's

you you you you you you

She was like
A brand new moment in my after-life
Reborn from the scorn
That was caused by these parasites
Brought my faith back

anything from me before
Now I'm in everyone's ear roaring like a thunderstorm
Heart burning with passion the type to leave lovers scorn
Hard to ignore that

no slumber
I keep gettin' at it, I eat like a maggot
I got some bad habits, I've made some mistakes
I'm in a strait-jacket, but my soul they can't take