Lyrics:
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Crushed under pressure
By genetic pistons
Each iteration homogenization
From without
or within
Outpace immolation
One for violence
Two for strife
Three for
(He slept with for three nights
And thus he had all the mead
He now quickly shapeshifted into an eagle
And flew away as fast as he could)
(When
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
Three gross limbs grip gun and axe
Supremacy by force
Allegiance through gore
Now ready for war
Mutant face smashed by mutant fist
Brain and blood seep
bathe in blood
Odin rushed
With a spear in his hand
Behind him came
The heroes of Valhalla
And the battle began
God against giant
And giant against god
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
inside
I'm hollow
Just a ragdoll like nine
The spirit of another
Keeps me alive
I walk this earth all by myself
A void of emptiness
I wear my soul down
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
up only to fall back. - (13.2.3) - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Contrasting grey from grey as
obsidian from iridescent unpigmented
subjects distant,
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
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