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slipped onto his
That one time you stayed out too late - and was date raped
Or was grooving at the club - was looking for some love
And in the heat
you got
Renowned poet on a lyre framed in octaves and choirs
Knowing only the prayer when things hang by a wire
You might think that these shackles may
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole?
I say and I quote, we need a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical
But
I keep an iron and a drake by the fireplace
If a nigga play I "Let It Ring" like when the choir sang
Everything thing I'm spitting super different
a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminole?
I say and I quote, "We need
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
All Names
The infinite Sacrament, transcending time
His Body and Blood, at the altar of the mass
Keeps us in perpetual state of grace
And puts us
it in and now we reading up
Praying hands we reaching up, the tracks that we been beating up
Kobe said it best, there ain't no I, so now we teaming up
Born into competition
With a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn addiction
With a synthetic composition
On the brink of a civil war
or a credit card company
Finally cracked and took to hiding in the belly of the beast
In Hollywood (Hollywood)
In Hollywood, Hollywood Hi-igh
Moved by
Enough is Enough
Intro
M3
This is your final warning
Or I’m gonna have to send the dogs in
Come out with your hands out
Put down the bag of skinny
Preach this salvation
No one can be saved
The angels stand as legion now
The replicated choir
Mass produced in factories
That belch forth smoke and fire
came in bails
Who knew it came with jail who knew it came with prison
Jus cuz you got an opinion does that make you a politician
Bush robbed all of us
remember who they are
[Verse 2 - K-Rino]
Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
On a river of sighs a boat came toward me.
A flimsy disguise covered the devil who sang from a songsheet of how modern life's a bore.
In his choir
snow, storms or even rain
Then, in all of it's pristine graduer, I saw the Holy City
Suspended like a cube at the expanse of eternity
Fifteen hundred
his fate
The place is cursed by the hands of doom
Unholy powers in reign
The devil's paradise of pain
Approach, the Eibon opens for you
his fate
The place is cursed by the hands of doom
Unholy powers in reign
The devil's paradise of pain
Approach, the Eibon opens for you
she has something else in mind,
And so rather than do either you do something else
That neither likes at all You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
Organizing criticism into categories
It's cynicism in mass production
We're running late to the function
Hands on knees
Gasp for air so cowardly
When
GOD Told y'all through Elijah to eat one meal a day out your own hands keep up fasting
Devils manufactured fast food in factories producing vending
and knew
That the new star that was gonna
To appear in the East the time
Of it was at hand
A lot of others of course say
That they were told by God
That
mentir…
After your fun with the pig, Noriega, You turned your attention to Oil
You’re still out in the sand, with your excuse to hand, you argue and you
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