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Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels
We back on our shit, and it's cold as fuck

The way I see it you're probably freest from the ages one to four
Around the age

pissed
Plagued by memories that I wanna cease, will it desist

I hear your problems, how they rise, I could make them all dismissed
I turn away when she

Thorns of Crimson Death

Dissection

Storm of the Light's Bane

1996

their cries?
Once forged in blood by tragedy
Sharp were the thorns of crimson death

Through the air again our voices whisper and awake are now your

Estamos afuera y hace un chingo de frío
Goddamn it

The way I see it
You're probably freest from the
Ages one to four
Around the age of five you're shipped

darkness
Every rhythm, every rhyme, every note, every rest
Inspired by your love
Alive in many faces
Awakened to a story
Played in many places
Where

Face it
My fist of fury rips away your faces
Don't act so strange in front of my face, kid
These faces look vicious and shady
They whisper and hate

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

of a stagnating kingdom righteously despised 
Revenge and purpose whispers the serpent

Survey the ashes of a decrepid kingdom laid low by the hubris of a lord

of common pace
Love imminently to be
Imminently to be a dream by morning

Sure to light the way
This course of distance not of age
The clearest sight in light

at the profession, call me James hurt
And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
(He's dead)
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought

Old Country

Dianne Reeves

The Grand Encounter

1996

Through the years you wasted
I waited patiently
While the joys you tasted
Not a word from me
Now that age is creeping
Cross your pale gray brow

a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny
Bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through

I know a place that was not quite simple
By the lake that was recently filled in
An owl in the tree and he whispers to me
But I wish it wasn't oh so

been family Our friend, our home, it pulls me back
And calls my spirit home, back to family To the way of life taught by my elders
When I was a child
My

Tell me creature in the night
Is the child made of clay?
Does he whisper out of sight
In the coming new age?
All who hear him are destroyed,
All

I know a place that was not quite simple
By the lake that was recently filled in
An owl in the tree and he whispers to me
But I wish it wasn't oh so

We meet down by the river
The moonlight on the water
Our figures bathed in silver
We say the things we've got to
Into my ear she whispers
"I wanna

the echoes of ages past. The futures whispers in a vast expanse so vast. And this dimension. Each second and full unfolds a tale. A journey through time where

We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future

So close to background as the words deepen with age
Like, a shadowed figure breathing in my rear-view mirror
A, delicate whisper screaming nothings in

From deep within

I hear the call
The call of the wild
Whispers eternal
Echo through time

Immortal soul
Of ages now past
I heed your call
And gather my

seeing eye of the abyss
Casting light, shining crimson, upon us!

As ages turn old by withering years
Thy sight is granted to children that behold your

Smile for the cameras 
Always actin' like we’re close
Guess it was just for the 
Photo 

I hear you whisper 
As I’m walkin’ up the stairs
What do you

magic whisper

We'll be the best husband and wife
Our love will age like fine wine
You'll grow old with me to the end of time
So baby will you be mine