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and tonight he will get to eat
Dare to teach him how to rap
And he'll get eaten by me
Huh
Sheesh
Ride out
And so we roll it up
And so we roll it up
And so we

aggressive
Feeling oppressed by the system and it's message far from level headed
Chapter femme present eccentric reinvention redirected
All the rage

that's it's red versus blue
At the end of the day, they want me versus you
They feed us all distractions and these lies up on the news
While we fight

and they still sheep
Not a lot of information you could get from outta me

And I am not about to tell you how get a higher living
Imma tell how to get up out

brightly as she takes me by the hand
Leads me far away, into the promised land 
And now I'm damned

Voodoo Queen, in my dreams
Voodoo Queen, with heart

Dominate!

Opressed by masters
Unsound and absurd
Corupted politicians 
Fight to control the herd
Maintained persecution
Mass deaths shown as life
Despotic

I got sauce, bet you jelly (Huh)
Dick into her belly (Huh)
Made yo mama swallow cum (Cum)
Bet she want some
Drive-by in that vrom-vrom, that's

freedom
Redemption
Redemption
It's beyond the horizon but we gotta fight and keep our eyes on the prize
Rise up, rise up, keep pushing
Rise up, rise up,

right 
 Cannot grasp, that you get conned 
 Only one thing left, a seriously failed prejudice 
  
 Ch. 
 It matters to me 
 That you failed just by

your lungs fail and you suffocate
Assisted respiration by a ventilate
Mass population declutiration a
Reason to eliminate from Africa to Italy
Nigeria

Mass elevation to challenge imagination
Imbalanced equation, flows five by five in four four time
And thread the line, catch em out into the stars

everywhere surrounded by police? 

Banners and singing against tear-gas, clubs and guns 
Who is really protecting the peace? 

This is what democracy looks

a fight milk shirt has passed food
He hungers to tack on mass, we run out the back
Smoke crack in the alley by the dumpster, she's a lady
The metal plate

So now I'm struck by your ass. Enough!
Reckoning; great mass of love fast
My glance ain't enough to blow dance your way
We play higher stance

Corned Beef City

Devlin

The Devil In

2017

the fella that was fed up of life
And went in, step back from the mic
You don't wanna scrap nor fight
Corned Beef City is haunted and gritty
Run for

Something Must Break

Ninety Pound Wuss

Ninety Pound Wuss

1996

country ruled by hate there's no way out.
We can't escape bitter lies, and emptyness.
Swarming mass contagiousness.
The president speaks, we think he's

refused with my strength
I will fight with my might
Conquering the path laid before me to lead my people to Salvation
All the hell you put me through while

I’m no longer that child
Growing stronger and harder by the mile
Can’t penetrate this I’ll break your freaking fist
When you hit me, you’re just making

arsed up
Yousef the last sup
Trumped by the daft duck
Who gave the last fuck
Low class the cast stuck
Bar fight the glass cut
Trapped in a fast buck
Upper

Immaturity, eternity churns inside me, only nineteen
These young eyes only see so far behind the smoke screen
But I've seen decimated forests fight to high

of genesis
Hold me like a stack of cash
But I need a backup plan
Ballin like a maestro
Sittin in the ninth row
Kiddie pool full of sharks
Chase away all

me tonight
Will you fight or flight?
Hope your Nikes are tied
Dangling a hook I hope you bite
They call my right hook Pastor Mike
Introduce you

the family
Catch me offspringing for shits
Crop dusting to find amusing segments of trust

See feeble shuns pinned the shanty satch
He lost bringing his quips

road
"Detached in the mass-production zone."

I am. I think. I will.
Ride the road less travelled for a while
I think. I am me still
I'll stand my ground