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Jude 1 – Wandering Stars

12. They are clouds without water, 
Carried about by the winds; 
Late autumn trees without fruit, 
Twice dead, pulled up by

got it my baby
11 11 them numbers been popping up lately
11 11 them numbers been popping up
12 12 them numbers been popping up
10 10 them numbers been

The sun grazes my past and
Love cradles my calf i must ladle the craft
Fuck raiding the blast doors,  I'm up
Trust me your mast stuck on the glass ceiling

and missed the signs

City lights shine as far as I can see
Fiery nights, burning bright, run away with me

Hit the ground running
Watch this night burn up in

Super jets, super brain
Super Machine powered by flame
Gasoline in my blood
Tank tracks encrusted in mud
V12, oil burn
Senses explode as I gurn

consumed
You're on some Thanos level bullshit
Load that flask and slam that bulleit
My name is
I forget but there's a bindle on my back 
Weighed down by

The only one that can judge me
She can't even touch me
I'm screwing up my face it's getting musty
Never rusty don't be funny that's my skin tone
They pull me

at blue skies with a frown
They easily get turned around after I picture you smile
Cause by the throat I was choked up and lock jawed
But I sky dove into

Baby won't you let me know 
What it's gonna take for me to slide 
Up into yo tootsie roll 
Taking me for a ride
Come and let me be yo co pilot we can

shit done
(Shut the fuck up!)
I got visions in position poppin' livin' like a loaded gun
Pass the beezy to the left so I can get fucked up
I think they

servin rap classics
This ain't ya average see what I mean
imma add up all the bodies and divide it by 3
Peace to everybody that's been ridin with me
Say

Baby we not perfect but we perfect
You a letter and your body look like cursive
Ice on the bezzle like my fucking shit is hurtin
I get up in that

Trapped inside this furnace
I get molded by the heat
They took me back inside my home and
Now I'm sticking to the sheets
It's burning flesh,  can't

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English version  ( I will worship )
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Holy Lamb of God
Holy Lamb

a more colossal version of him is telling him that he got arrested by the police.

cnd probably wouldn't believe him either.

cnd you know what? Good for

map though
Hop in the foreign I'm flooring tell 12 to pick up the slack though
It's roaring feel like I'm soaring till I spin out like a lasso
They be

Pull out the strap, lets see who gone act up
Swerve on lil shawty, she think she a bad one
Niggas be 12, they calling for backup
The plug trying

The Back Seats Of The Rolls!
Fuck A Gt, I Pull Up In The Cls
There Guts soft Like My Female Breast
Is It a V12, Yes!
I cop the uncopable nigga, you
Can't

rolls
Fuck a GT, I pull up in a CLS
The guts soft like muh female breats
Is it a D-12? Yes
I cop da un-copable nigga, you
Can't stop the un-stopable nigga

[Intro]
Take a journey with your boy in the dark corners of his mental
Hope it stays pleasant

[Verse 1]
12 A.M., a knock's on his window
Through

Boombox

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

goes boom boom boom
Boombox

Earth to a-are vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate
This is down a point
Murder up, glee down and still falling

and a pale face
my mind came with a failsafe
if shit got picked up by my brain waves 
I loaded and always aimed straight

everything I did was to stay sane

with hate and it's caught up to me
Loosing sleep
Tortured by their memory
One day I hope I'll see
What a true warrior means
I swear that I'll remember

I have never been here
Under the spotlight
In this crowded room
Feeling like the nightskies
Doesn't have a sunlight
Lid up by the moon