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heard
From Woodstock a good block since 82
They know me well
Though they don't do what they say they do
My only hell is not being
Called the crazy dude oh

light years
Away from this place
There'll be another life
Contemplating the same
Unaware of our kind and our history
Stuck on an orb in a void
In a hell

Alpha Centauri
See me ride by
Wave hi
From my little asteroid
Sailing through the great wide void
Sailing through the great wide

We be smokin on yo

might be a brick
By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales
Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps
Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell

Have you too heard of fantastic landscapes
Have you too passed through this night 
Shaped by flutters of golden wings 
About the swinging orb

the vest
I'm tryin' to get the iron workin'
I can't get the step by step
Rest, I'm the son of a tech
Double the reps, I'm gettin' it in
Curvin' the bend,

womb
of earth she will come through

[Hook]
I'll be doing yoga,
a secret sithe decoder
there's orbs up in my phota
a jedi taught by yoda

[Chorus 2x]
I

never to be seen again
Coming upon the ever waiting dark bed of death

A place never to be seen by any who would come out alive
Only myth could be the one

To soothe mind body and spirit with my Blueberry Kush
Got me blissfully floating by
Almost inna dream
Like if gumdrop visions were coated in THC
Crystals

of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150

Spirits of the Dead

Manilla Road

Roadkill

a whisper
Appearance brief and fey
Visions of holy sinners
Not seen by light of day
Spirits Of The Dead
Holy Fire
Burning the brain
Crossed with desire

undercovers and it's over
Put me on Nova
I played the game as a loner, worked on my goals by myself
They all judged me for my hell, well
I still got nothing

a difference
So we gotta fight the fight to the fucking finish
I know I been doing right cause I handle business
Hanging by the kitchen light bussin down

on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react

the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,

Butter bead pressed down to the skillet
Making cheese in Hell's Kitchen
Wanna disturb my intuition
But I'm someone real you won't be gettin
I started

the kitchen 
What you cooking
I might have to grow a goatee
Just to remind these niggas
Who the goat be
What you thought I was broke
That's a hell of a joke

the kitchen for Me
Falling down of tears from my eyes to my Bears
Like a fear but it's not a looking fear Understand
I started singing music but there's no one

bitches be on the same shit
Been about a bag, if it ain't that, then please don't talk to me
'Cause I'm in the kitchen with them killas and we going dummy
I

Polaroid thugs
All of you rappers are corny as fuck oouu
Balmain camoflauge ay
Codeine, adderall yah
Blow by the boat load. - huh
Cocaine caviar - yeahhh

this child the life you live is buck and wild
By the age of seventeen he'll be six feet in the ground
Life is hard but you got to be a man and face it

I'm in the kitchen with a blender that don't even work
I send my bitch to CVS and she put in that work
She my big booty bitch but she get on my

love — so affective
For a hope
For the taste
Of your eyes
In effect
I’m in hell
Not to stay
Not today

Selfie in the kitchen
I’il sad sometimes
Taking

a victim turning your heart to stone we'd rather be in hell
Then being by ourselves I still can't stand your smell
That lavender plum need to be on someone