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and put a door between us
Imagine
Imagine me choosing violence to lift an entire issue
The vapors from my weapon leave Vics while they cry in tissues
In

and the flasher
I am the father, the son and the bastard
I am the church and the steeple
Open the door and see all the people

All of this in one man

III: Garden

down for the ones who are out there getting mad
If you love God prove it just by doing what he asks
Why y'all texting me angrily cause I've changed from

dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
pullin in sun rays that be

we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed

Or were you saving me from hoping?
When the sun burns down you can still be here
We’ll be safe and sound through
Your love my dear
When it’s crashing down I

and get your suitcase packed
Guess it's time to go
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
Either get to hell

of this brain  
No escape, Alcatraz, body snatched
Help me get away from this place

All these people... let me down 
All these people... let me down 
All

Warning

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

of life
Anythin but that mean you don't give a fuck about your's
Until ya door's kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
Army green men but not the ones

Ridiculoid

El-P, Cannibal Ox

All Tomorrow's Parties 1.0: Tortoise Curated

ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon

It comes down to what it is
It's called choice
Construction workers eating breakfast
In the sun
In front of buildings they are building
They will never

kisses from the bar
I, wish you could stay, but when you walk away
You look delicious from far
She roll up on me then they get lit
Girl you my Swisher

Blow by Blow

T.S.O.L.

Strange Love

1990

the thunder I know it won't be long
Before I see the night take down the sun
You've got to throw away those sympathy feelings
Stick to your guns and make

the location what is the address
Oh shit?
Now you tuck you're face down
Peeped ya from the side
Seen your eyes that have gazed down
Came up from behind
Call

the serious joint
A from sun to sun and day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating

CEE
BOUT' TO PULL A KICK DOOR
NOT A INDUSTRY WHORE
VICTORS OF THE WAR WRITE HIS STORY
THEN THEIR VERSIONS OF THE STORY
IS OUR HISTORY
THEY BEEN SLEEPING

the real from the fake
Try to keep away from more heartbreak
Finally found the time to drive that stake
In the vampire's heart
Blood sucking monsters

rivers of Olympian laughter
Past the three steps leading up from the street
I where the paint on the door
Was all flaking and faded 
And numbers hung loose

I poured that bourbon in the glass
Sat down in the chair there by the front door
Where I watched you walk away there with my heart
And all I've

little lady and to start a brand new life
I walked away from the good times for a job
And to walk the line because everybody knows that them lifestyles

(Verse) Kicking shit down talking back door (facts)
Young nigga making hits on the Mac pro (facts)
They always trying to see where I'm at I ain't

Someday

Scarface

The Fix

2002

by the spirit
So I wrote it down for the homies to hear it

I know God is watching from above
Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love

to Tottenham away in 86,
And that flash of silver in the evening sun,
The splash of red on the kerb,
When the roar went up and the police horse slipped,
Down

First You Think Your Fortune's Lovely

Jandek

Ready for the House

blank-eyed by the door
Oh Lord, do you really think I'm able
Well I chose this love completely
When you took away the charm
Set your mind on breaking burdens