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I'm the son of the mourning
Raised by misfortunes of life
Adragon that has awoken to destroy worlds
A sorcerer of chaos and agony

In this Misery I

Bring your family and your nanny they can get laced too
Tell you what I've been through
Show you pics of my crib too
Just something different than

and send em running to medics

Then I go back to zoning
Gotta send my condolence
For how I'm killin these niggas
R.i.P to all opponents

I'm pushing all my

we be punching blow by blow
Cut your feet fingers what were you thinking going toe to toe with the beast

After i rap, all that's left is the carnage

Carnage
I'm dead
Slayed by
Evil warriors

My head
Ripped off
Used for
Morbid rituals

Skull's out
Eyes are
Sewn shut
Ready for shrinking

Cruel fate

Change in Speak

De La Soul

3 Feet High and Rising

1989

So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul (kin soul)
P.A. Mase has rocked it on the console (console)
Scream real hard until you blow your

up, back it up
On me
I glow just by being in your presence
I really love your soul and your essence
I've been working hard on my acceptance
Of me,

Take it all the way back, Mix it up man
Rain on the track
Mental money stack, physical, digital
Yes, I love the music but I do it for the principle

I'm a young dude but I talk like a veteran 
Cannot trust a soul except maybe Benjamin (Franklin)
Guess if that bitch bring her friends Ima' bring her

else
I cannot serve no one else
The Bible brings edification
Has so much specification on how to pertain our salvation
He stay by my side we adjacent
I

hard to swallow)
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga

Now, one by one, I see muthafuckas comin’

little happiness
Bring me some light
Oh come back little happiness
Stay by my side
Oh come back little happiness
Bring me some light
Oh come back little

destiny
A worm-gnawed skull
Stares back at me
The death it shall give you
Your means to be free
Sweet non-existence
Ends a life of slavery

When all things

rappers by day's end
Yet they lack the skill niggas don't really rap for real
I clap the steel you 100 yard dash like it was track and field
Cut from a rare

Real rap
You know what I'm saying
Yeah

Dying for a dime killers never get their life back
Nigga got his chain snatched waiting for a miracle
My

life ain't fair
Im killing everybody my life is a nightmare
Reaper is a nightmare track you down by fear
I see you shivering I know that you scared
Call

brings forth the transfer of power, to august
Two nations will be created by partition 
The secular india
& a new home land for india's muslims
Pakistan

Bring Back the Memories

New Edition

Under the Blue Moon

1986

with all me 
Heart and soul
In the book of love 
We're a Million To One
Let's bring back the memories

My Earth Angel
Leave a story to tell
Let's

I'm like a mime who's exhausted
And locked in a box that
I made up, held hostage
By thoughts that are toxic
Block off the bleeding, let's get back

Emotions emotions
You bring up
You bring up
My Emotions emotions
You bring back
You bring back
My Emotions emotions
You bring up, you bring up
My em uh uh uh

obliterate non-sense
I bring LIFE to a world full of carnage
Look at my offer with no option
I'm a boss and I'm hot like Mexican sauces
I am not a rapper
I am

Slowly moving at the beat of this song
But I'd rather go faster, crank the heat up bring it on

This is better, don't you think?
Upbeat, yeah, that's

they fuck
Maybe that bitch
Now lift the frock punk bitch
These fuckers suck cock
Verbal gats they clap like shooting seventy shots
Carnage at inkblots

me but by most, I'm feeling slept on.
Having joy and staying pure they don't bet on.
On. No. 
Take it back to the Garden, sweet as sangria.
Marveling