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swallow the Lies
When family's a Battleground, Truth often dies
Shadow Puppetry, and behind the Scenes
In the Portrait of a Family, it's not all as it seems

the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores they wandered from her side.

The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk

wail back at his call 
And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create 
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake

often
Results in portraying of greed
I thought I was free
Behind in my standards
I could be surrounded by tweeks
Always rhetorical
Asking myself if I'm

coppin p millers
Coppin big weight BIT*H

Back ina g blowin the gas shit got hot
Tryin flee the scene me and my niggas got stopped by the cops
I was dirty

to what's left that's mine
How can I reconcile
With friends That I have left behind
And all the damage I have done to family
That cannot be undone has damaged

So, am I just a brittle doll angel
When the fire burns the old long scrolls
In voiceless nights behind the walls
Love befalls
Crucified

Snort, snort

Oh bathing in my own blood
A murder scene, all red and gold
By walk, street on both floors
All black, men,  priests and whores
Fucking

for help might not
Play out in traditional scenes
Hiding behind laughter, held up by plasma
Watch as I shatter right here on this track
What I´m

Yellow Elevator #2

The Black Angels

Phosphene Dream

2010

in those blurry vision scenes,
That appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high,
'til you find your way back down
Become the truth you've

the scenes, it's a fact

Falling with my energy, I'm getting down low
Won't get my recipe, something you can't hold
Let me rest in peace
Get away from all

hoop dreams hall
RIP to 90's all the scenes we from
A salute to Stik
(Un Abrazo)
My final so long
I do the work of God
Don't know what'll happen tomorrow

'mongst the reeds
Rescue me and bring me to the feast!

See the fires burning, and blooming flowers turning 
Their faces moved by yearning, in this hour

Pay-check or passion
Why can’t I get
Behind my surface
Expose a bit of my purpose
In truths i hide behind curses
In verses i write in cursive i-
Hope to God I

to fucking lose
I should've listened to myself (Damn)
You were looking like someone else
As I glanced from behind the mask and saw no one was there
You used

with you
boiling blood, running blind 
oh never too far, always right behind  - watching you from behind (never too close) 

Where you're going when

faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do

After the Holocaust

Nuclear Assault

Game Over

1987

they've ever seen
A choice of death made for man
By leaders behind the scenes
The end result of a Nuclear War
That laid waste to us all
Our civilization

This dark humor lighted by the fire in my eye
Is the basis of the pie
Of my Earth, Wind and Sky
Yea, this blood in my eye
Lettin' you in on Michel scenes

fashion show, just look at the catwalk
Corporate snaes, boardroom fellas
Clowns that rap about their wealth are the fortune tellers
From fire flow

All these girls look dark to me
No tan lines
But a couples sexy when I'm staring at her from behind (damn maaan, where you find...?)

I'm in the window

high by July
Leaking lava
Do not leave hanging to dry
Imma burn what I touch ain't concerned with the lust I need love and affection
Support from my

that tested my faith
Walked through the fire
The nerve of niggas to talk about practice Eye missed
Like, yall aint never seen my wins
Like Eye wasnt

at me
You fake and claim real yeah you try to be
Steal from an artist monopoly
Then count behind doors do it quietly

(Hook) Moments
Can’t help but live