Prophet
Fliipzyde
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Are you guys ready for this voice? I don't know if you're ready, or worthy I'll give you a little something, something You've got to say something Lift up his voice in defence of the legacy of the truth Everybody knows this song The whole world This mouth that you hear This prophet that you're listening to Has got that boy worried Purchase me, a perfect me, imperfectly worthless Courtesy, of this currency's current excursions Current scene, is encouraging curbing endurance Surety, if insurance means a source of resources, or so it seems Son of sun, it seems, sorcery worship, or so it's deemed Son of sonnets, in poetry's motion, so to speak Son of other things, women, endorsing mothering Love, and coveting, the cultivation of others' dreams Come with me, cut a rug with me, I'll cut the rugged me On account of lost, accounted for, countless, other Me's Cumber me, completely crumple me up in a hurried scene Accompany me with other motherfuckers who run the scenic I've seen it, tattered eyes on the eyes that lost their meaning I've been it, satisfied with the lies that offer feelings Anemic, loss of blood in the form of former friends Vedic, loss (laws) appropriated from other ends See it's, not supposed when all is to an end To commend it as such is a sucker punch to the true commandment Through pretending, undo mechanical acts, undo the madness Truth? Attach it to true enactments of actual inaction Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Hmmm Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Hmmm Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Ooh yay-yay-yay-yay-yay Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah I, got, flaws 'cause I'm not a God, but God's son Flaws, gimme flaws, the flaws of God's son You, got, flaws 'cause you're not a God, but God's daughter Flaws, gimme flaws, the flaws of God's daughter You, got, flaws 'cause you're not a God, but God's son Gimme flaws, gimme flaws, the flaws of God's son You, got, flaws 'cause you're not a God, but God's daughter Flaws, gimme flaws, the flaws of God's daughter Put in perspective, let's get put in perspective Put an erection, to the left-open, intentional entrance The consensus is several stand a chance to hit egg and Then it's magic, the method that makes the entrance an exit I think that's all you peasants deserve
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Written by: Fliipzyde The Time Is Now Ent.©
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