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SK's moving mad uno
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

All of these tools on the opp block, watch it get poppin' like Mary
Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest but I

hot but we big coolin
I'll go Rambo if my bands loosen
Two locks on two spots we could slide by but I hate chosen

Fuck it, it is what it is
I don't

shakin'
My hands shake cause you are not by my side yuh yuh
Not by my side yuh yuh
Not by my side yuh yuh
Not by my side yuh yuh
My hands are shakin'

Kitchen nank or a Rambo pull up ching the new world order
Middle fingers up let it linger man i'll cheff up the new world order
Fuck lockdown can't

man
Until he takes the helping hand

A spirit walks
An angel prays
By your side at night unseen through the alleyways

Who knows the spirit who

Lost in the fray, a child astray
Rescued by a force, in the darkest of days
Big Mike Stone, the unseen guide
Pulling me back, from the edge, I

prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from

of Hell
Where algorithms weave their spell
A kingdom ruled by unseen hands
Crafting futures by their own demands

They tout progress a brave new world
Yet

Guided by forces, unseen and untried.
In the dance of destiny, where truths are scarce,
Are we free, or just ensnared in the illusion of will?

Look

special
Singular peach still untouched, black, decaying, and
Surrounded by the coffee grounds all scattered round the kitchen table
Mountain of mail still

I'm stayin' strapped like I'm Rambo ready for war
Doin' numbers off the headshots I don't keep score

Start a fight up in the pit when the break down

LED INTO THE WILDERNESS BY AN UNSEEN HAND. LURED INTO OBSCURITY BY THE SIREN SONG. 
AFTER THE OLD HAS DIED, PEACEFUL MEADOWS REST ASIDE. UNDER

the praise that some desire 

It's not what you say
It's what you do
What you put out there
Comes back to you
You know I believe
We are all bound by an unseen

to die as a Muslim, one submitting to Your will, and join me with the righteous
This is of the news of the unseen, which we reveal by inspiration to You, O

nigga need the cash in hand

Wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit 
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really

they're vaginas 
Gettin' blasted by our finest
Weapons of mass destruction 
My lyrics mixed with his production 

KAMEHAMEHA 
Trevillain's comin' for you

Height
Avoiding, Disappearance by
Hand sleight
Proper avenues, Subscribed
Superb Lyrics, Line for line
Vividly, Describes
How to make, Goals arrive
Life,

I trust Your heart
Before I see Your hand
I know Your ways
Even when I don't understand

The space between
Faith and unbelief
You still delight in me

first blood like I'm Rambo
I deal all the hands
Cant afford to risk my chance so 
That shit not in my plans
I'm making moves
Big moves

Pull up on me get

Trouble

Kano

Trouble

2019

As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks

Dream Child (A Christmas Dream)

Trans-Siberian Orchestra

The Christmas Attic

1998

In the night 
Was the dark
In the dark 
Was the dream
In the dream
Was the Child
And myself
There unseen 

In the book was the word
In

Lets pretend that I got a fly ride with nothing but time and an empty seat up by my side
And lets pretend that it can coast on autopilot my hands

cryptic messages command
Clawing its way from the darkness, a nightmarish plan
A presence unseen, a cold, suffocating hand

Reality's bendin', logic's

just leave?
I can hold your hand
We can both succeed
I can play that game
We can go unseen

Baby all on me
You can fall on me
Where I'm at right now