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they owe
Feel that kick back, then reload
Just like bleach, I'm snatchin' souls
On the creep, we ridin' slow
Light that semi, then let it blow

All

laughing as they run on by
I have seen the bad moon rising blackening the lit up sky
I have touch the scales of a dragon and the soul of a warrior
I will

found hooked in the forebrain
Keep looking you'll find angels in the storm drain
No one left for me to pray to for the soul fade
Show faith poison plants

'cause I'ma makе a splash
And I don't need no fire types
To turn your game to ash

I'ma lieutenant gotta stay vigilant
And if he think he got me beat he

of them old cock mags I bought down fcukin town centre

I works hard all day selling the draw
Drinking the beer and being chased by the law
I gets in from

a fire of amber coal
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet around the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye

the fame
I just want a range and chill on the yatcht
Never gave me play on twitter
Always put me on the block
Now you in my call log telling me to come by

But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring

like Sam Cooke holding that fo' fo'
That's fire from an old soul, crooks and

Castles with the pen, penning in Duke castles
That kid is too nasty,

Dragons Rising

Iron Savior

Dark Assault

2001

Unholy poison was
Depraiving my soul
Now I am back in control
Dragon arise!

[Solo Piet]

I'm on my way...

I've been the Dragon...

of the free irony a hierarchy
False education kills the fire in me
Still, I stand strong like two towers
That were knocked down by greedy men's
Thirst for power

trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard
When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by

this emptiness I keep here residing in my soul
Will I ever be greatest rapper walk inside of studios
Will they ever see these lines cant compare

and feel under my skin

Over candlelight, all my lyrics don't read over terribly
Line by line, genius interview or like my therapy
On the mic, melted even

dye
His joy was much to savor
His passion burned like fire

I was made in desperate hunger
Of starving artists’ despair
As despair turned to anguish
I