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Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf
In cluster then

the whole city vibing on the weekend
Ubereats just arrived and I'm feasting
On some vegan eats made by BIPOC
Spices ain't offending me
Give me smoke, I spit

When Rides the Scion of the Storms

Bal-Sagoth

Battle Magic

[Dover, England: September 1594 (the recollections of a war-weary mariner)]

Hearken boy; for I would tell thee a tale before we set sail for

withdrawn 

Paralyzed and I'm blinded 
The only light is inside me 
White knuckles, I hold on 
Til the dark has been withdrawn 

This cliff is crumbling 
My

Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin'

elegant fingers grasp to the sheets
Knuckles white, her palms perspiring

She floats between cliffs
Watching the rocks
Being battered by waves
She knows her

We are at the end of a road
Suffocated by the ash of entropy
Floating on into a space
Where all I see, I'd erase
So who could take this love away

take you to the shore

Incandescent, the sight is dimmed by the shimmer
The surface can't hold the echoes, freed to spatter

Feed me your strength, bring

meant meant what I said no need to quote
Fax!
Life is a test they tryna cheat wit cliff notezzz
Sleep off the lean but you claiming you been woke
Baby by

Sharp triangles of white
Altitude, purple skies and bad lungs
Face it all and sing a song with bad lungs
Jagged cliffs that girls fall down
Great rapids

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving

don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo

Uh, you don't stop

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs

by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth get money like Heath-
Cliff Huxtable, keep it comin' like Keith
Gotta make it last forever, for worse or for

Night is clear exposing footprints on the snow
Blasting guns closing in heading towards the Cliff
Nowhere to hide and everywhere to be seen
I wish I

Winter chill must've froze you out
But I can walk this road with my eyes closed by now
Hoping I'll end up near your house
I'll talk til my voice is

Drive this one over this cliff
In my brand new bag
You'd say I'd gone, Lord I'd say you quit
You're the only one, I could ever have

You can tell

Resembling the blanca
Telling white lies you
Gon end up like Walter
You breaking good just
By making it bad
I'm on my fifth point
And that's not even half

for your distractionism
Take a long walk off a short cliff that's called altruism

Now if you have even a shred of human decency
Perhaps you will be

on glue
Aye, you tryna catch my drift sis
Instead you hit 'em with the cliff cliff
Hangin' by a thread you just tryna see me dead
Woke up, and I still got

stimulated by his wits
Business man tom ford suit
I can make the pitch
A southern nigga
Catfish and grits
It's some Dallas rappers touching the mic
Yeah they

Sunlight in my waking eye
My head is spinning softly at the sound of rippling seas
A lizard crawling down my chest
Her kisses scented with white wine

white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga

Where’s my purpose Humpty needs to make amends

Now OLD DRTY WHITE gonna make it known

That OLD DRTY WHITE had a broken soul

Choked up dome with a heart