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The Parade of Ashes

Periphery

Clear

2014

Festering vessels line the caskets

Build up the monument to
Build up the monument to break it down

Dissect the world to see what happens

By

Next Generation

Scarface

The Preacher's Son [Bonus DVD]

2003

in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
'Cause the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all

the vampire dance

  Sharing temptations on stage
 Don't feel regretful, it's ok
 You said it's love in a higher plane
 Slightly wrapped in red again

  Undress

you know im yellin hey man
Vans, thats not tha style of tha bay man(ok)hey stop dog its da pace boy
I stop wearin Vans cause I aint got a skateboard

Like her name Kim K
I don’t go Greenlight 
Til it’s ok
Turn the whole place red
Like olay 
You like games
Let’s play
Put ya hands up 
Like Simon say

need
Ok let's ride it out
I told Floyd to put me in the booth so we can vibe it out
Started from the bottom imma find a way to make it out
Looking for

walking
People start crawling
The world has a new king
They released the red beast
In its digital form
Be prepared for the feast
It starts with the storm

young boy
The young boy got a pistol already dam
He say if  them niggas disrespect him he gone make it slam
Well ok don't let em get in your way
He turned

with Your friend
She was badder, Eyes like Mila

Eyes like Mila

I Know they really don't care for Me
It's ok
Been in My zone
Been on My own

Let's make

the jewelry on
she give me sloppy toppy that’s a brain storm want a red mclarean watch it transform extendos and scopes on every one my firearms
Can’t believe

It's time to fly up to your bed again
Please try to stop me seeing red again
Or green or blue

We play stay with me
And destroy the heart
Then make

Bitch, you already know what the fuck it is, nigga
King Cj, nigga, DYMMOB, three nine six, nigga
Takin' over the mothafuckin' world
Ok first of all,

Give me lip
She keep on tryna fuck but I just want some lip
Pour a 4 up in my Fanta, I get high, I like to sip
He been talking shit, we pull up like ok

Dexter's Laboratory i'm in the gym i go so hard
Life this a gamble it's gorey and it's so hard
Play your cards right, better play yo cards
Bad lil

This the Champaign grim reaper
We end careers
No apologies
I'll turn your band into a two-piece like Sitrus Sol
Red's Head
Stańczyk
Dumbed Down
Bum

Excuse Im takin' to you...hey...
Aye girl, I just want to talk to you for a minute...Ow

[Verse 1]
Manolo pumps is tappin' and you lips stick's red

back red is well you know the fucking deal
Salloum on the mic

Rhyming sessions to & fro until it's through
Co-signing congressions manifesting spirits

can’t come down
ok man I must be dreaming

Im faded, you’re faded, I’m a real star boy on the weekend
Red dress with the heels or jeans
with the low top

a sin, my brain is my den (Your brain is your den? ok)
I wanna be king , and rule everything
But I take it back since I mean nothing
Heart full of cold,

my pace
It's kind of hard to do when Spikey vines are tugging at your face
In case Imma make it outta here a-ok
There're stickers on my hoodie, there's

Big dreams, I got big dreams
I started dreaming big in my late teens
Same friends same bros and the same teams
Came a long way from the red and blue

addition by subtraction

See me fly out
Always at the top never slide down
Looking like a killer, Bonnie Clyde type clout
And a white shirt got a red tie dye

no hoes
It's Mo stress
I seen my dawg die at sixteen
It was red eyes
Wit a red beam
Since then
We ain't even go back
Fell in love wit the streets but

with the same amount of luck
To become a world leader or be killed by a truck
You might think this feeling means your heart's been stolen
But it's just