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I'm a writer
With patience comes this power
Don't get distracted by lighters
Got some bad dreams, got some habits
If we leave it in the past, maybe we

you playing
They gon’ think we gaming
But this ain't no scrimmage
We in it to win it (We in it to win it)
I was feeling hunted by decisions
Who I'm

Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer

The Irish Rovers

Songs of Christmas

2000

the snow

When we found her Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack
There were hoofprints on her forehead
And incriminating claw marks on her back

By the Way

Frumpy

By the Way

1974

of darkness we came, and land on mark these days
But to us
Guideless we let and fall just these ways
By these ways

For me, religion isn't just a tale

drivin' reckless and aggressive
Fueled by our false perceptions- our methods need corrections-
Spittin venom in their face and violate the ones we should

and Robin, ready for more of rapping and chopping
While we’re paving our way to the top, we’re making it hot and ain’t gonna stop
When I spit in a snap with

yourselves find blessing. 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echo back

Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed

You make me feel like I have no heart
In turn I feel like I'm taking you apart
Let's go back to simpler times
Down by the river we can unwind

by coroner's, doctors
All cause when they mocked us
I responded, curb stomping boots
Leave a trace on my crown
We've come full circle
Dirt to dirt

and 
Yeah that's for you to use
But judging by hesitation 
I'm seeing what you wanna do 

I may not have a thing
Except a dream or two
I got plans for

Bart
In the trenches with the sharks, I'mma legend leave a mark
I'mma get my wrist froze, remember back in high school they was laughing I ain't have

hand
In bad times a tí have been there
Always cheers me up
That you're waiting in the pub
With a smile ready for fighting
By my side un last time
Then,

the 12th led by the one

We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called

When Rides the Scion of the Storms

Bal-Sagoth

Battle Magic

to many
others over the countless centuries since my first birth, I have been known by
a host of other names... so many that even I begin to forget all

grave trials await the Church
What we have suffered so far is almost nothing compared to what is going to happen
The enemies of the Church are symbolized

We would be allright, smiling side by side, live the good-good life!
Now please just take my hand,
stay.


The Tunnel (by Robert Creely)

Tonight,

We would be allright, smiling side by side, live the good-good life!
Now please just take my hand,
stay.


The Tunnel (by Robert Creely)

Tonight,

rap fanatic 
Who swears he needs to have it
Put his name up in the rafters
Never got drafted
Despite having classics
We like what’s hip 
And that shit

a girl from Brooklyn, I guess she liked my charm
We went out dancing, and I held her in my arms
Though the years have flown by, I still see that girl
She’s

the paintings have fell
Better shout in my ear, it sounded like sweet nothings baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Baby, you're the perfect shape, 'cause baby,

here for job options but lost the plot
Contemplate it all as I go so I guess I'm off the top
Improvise with what I got
Over 9000 hours pass by

LIVE on Death Row
Written by Alim BraXton

Intro 

This is a special report. I’m Michael Betts and I’m Mark Katz and we have breaking news. 


Verse

successful job we can have, especially as women and feminine presenting people, it to be beautiful, to be-
How do you not internalize that-
Thirty-four percent