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Up on the cross where he bled
Check the crown on his head
Yeah they thought he was dead
Check in the grave he ain't dead
Freed by the words that he

and Christopher represent the Dark in the Spanish saying

Early morning contemplation sizzling as frontal fresh
Faking, manifesting, headaching, and the yawning

erupt
Fire Nation killin' y'all with lyrics to get you pumped
Been in the red room with world class killas and gorillas
Real blood spillers that split ya

Came in a suit, that baby is bossy
Nigga be hot, now we feel like Nkosi

She wanna come and fetch me by the pozi

The request that you put in

One bullet in the chamber, spin it how can I lose
Christopher Walken, The Deer hunter
Red bandana when I'm fucking, texts from your ex that I'm ducking

Wesson
Shit hit me bad like slavery I'm still bleeding
Red seats in a Bentley
Gave 'em a inch
Took 30 miles
Wiggin' out anyway I saw 'em leave-in
How you

Tetragrammaton

The Mars Volta

Amputechture

2006

Shall behead the drough
Wound under sleeves
I hope you have room
In a thicket of vines

Give me a moment
To clean what you've stole
The streets

rooms and sometimes i play the dummy
I could fuck on ya bitch when I'm bummy

I feel that fear that I put in these boys ear
I'm feeling like I need me

the trap with them thangs and I'm yellin out ayo
10k spreaded cross my arm like Mayo
It ain't shit to box with a fuck nigga KO
I suppose to be in the hills

a lesson do you smell what I’m cooking

Christopher Columbus was never on water but that’s what they taught us in a church filled of sin nobody repents still

couldn't be me but now him

Got room to grow inside these shoes have a choice
In the middle of the ocean and you sayin ahoy
Was was in deep ish like pizza

You relax to let me
In you invite me as if you were taking
Me by the hand into the most
Intimate room of your home
The place of feeling an onslaught

Victory is always distant
And trophy's never come in instance
But glory will always end resistant
And my story still keeps on buildin'
Yes life's hard, we

fast and
I'm furious guess
We the same
Yeah
Curtis and Drillz
We switching the
Lanes we upping
The game
Getting high thoughts
We the highest
In the room

turnt up to that Carti
Saw you cross the room on that Bacardi
I don't know your name, I'm sorry
You just be the freshest in the party
That's why she's

blow at the moon
I wanna blow at the moon
I'm the highest in the room
I'm the highest in the room
Eyes red like baboon
Eyes red like baboon
Get high

and puff a zag
Whole country to cross for what? Just a chance
God speaks when you're alone in your car
And your phone has no service, you don't know where

damn fortress to reach where I stand
So go head, get in the van
We chopping you like Iran
I hang that nigga by the rope like I'm the Klu Klux Klan

See

the roof so I don't need a coddle
My motto make it by any means, keep my foot on the throttle
So I dive in headfirst can't wait 4 tomorrow
I got a swimmer's

Keep your eyes on the road your swerving
Eyelids burning
Needle on the rev count bounce like Kurby
Hit the redline, neck another Red Stripe
Cross

Beirut, Baghdad, and in Washington
We're in board rooms, bordellos, and respectable clans 
In churches, in prisons and in marching bands 
In the hearts

I've been trapped in my bed, I've been trapped in my head
I'm going crazy, seeing red
Sapped of my soul on my death bed, I'm barely hanging by

Alice's Restaurant

Arlo Guthrie

The Best of Arlo Guthrie

1977

that it'd 
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump

So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red

She screaming out nigga just do what he says
America under the blue being ruled
By the white I keep going and I'm seein red
I see these demons they all