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a little bit before resting, giving in
Willing, instead, to direct your kinks away from bliss and into Styx
Simply it's a sea of limbs, river of sins

already set down the raceway
We just need to accept, and say ‘okay’
Then we'll fly up up and away
He’ll be by the door on the gateway
And welcome us up into

At  the times we prey
Live every day like it's my last
Plus the devil got me on a run
Run another task

Lord Forgive me for my sins 
And I do by any means trynna

fraud
So let's move on, I'm ready for round two
You're wild boo, and profound too, I'm glad I found you
Take my pain away, thrust into the gates
We're not

by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with

stomped into hell?
You're getting wrecked to hard
You'll end up haunting yourself
This shadow ain't tough, he better wake up
Ready to get scraped up
Or do

seed
No sin outweighs, God's grace for the day
Even if you went astray
He'll still find a way, or make one
He pouring back into cups, I used to take from

through 
The cracks but you don't care now 
Do you?
And as we say our goodbyes 

Another pair of hearts gets broken into two 
Everything just feels like

Hell Yeah

Dead Prez

2 Fast 2 Furious

2003

Come on

Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my

into debt with hella regret
YAWWW
Your vajayjay smells like that muthafuckaaa

Girl: “Oh my god!”

[HOOK]

You got a hell of an ex girl
I
You got a hell

to renew all-even our hidden hate
So don't call it making love, cuz you just earning death
If the two of you aren't bound by covenant yet
Teach me some

at the clinic getting belly scans
Will there be shops injecting heroin into skin?
Shops of prostitutes exchanging clean paper for sins
Uh, still be bluffing

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men

to a life of sin

Drums, snares, and kicks, brass and woodwind
My minds over flowing demons trying to get in
I’m in my own hell, drowning and can’t swim

take this darkness and turn it into light?
How do believe in a concept where I speak to a man 
I've never seen with my own two eyes?
How do I know

lies
Look into your eyes
Tell you I was there
He don't care so I 

So I take two more and drive
I don't wanna try, every single time

But I've been faded

Transversed in a telegraphed truth
Collapsed into moral relativism
Hell’s solipsism broadcast on the sixth proxy… blacklist some
Angels aiming their stones
Til

the family tree
Betraying me is still hopeless
When I'm keeping the piety
You'll be enslaved with hypnosis 
The goal is - killing the sins
Till I'm sittin up

With flow so foul you’d think it’s shooting out the wrong end

By song’s end he’ll hone his own brand
A real-estate mogul just like his old man
His pop

corner,
Hells under ANY ground,
Ripped apart by it,
 eaten alive, by demons,
                                                 CHORUS

of hell my soul left to pay 
For the sins of my fater and the sins of his father 
Will the demons leave me down like a lamb to the slaughter 

[Chorus 2

Yeah, Don't Leave
The Dangers of Apostasy
Let's get right into it
Lord please help me to speak on this topic properly
And honestly I know that God's

Dates catch fade when placed next to his amazing grace
We've now been made his righteousness by faith
Sins are not just forgiven but totally erased
Not

three two one
Blastoff Blastoff
The old me was just wasting away
But the new me renewed day by day
A new creature creation
I ain't saying I'm perfect
I'm