Lyrics:
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
It's a breath you took too late
It's a death that's worse than fate
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
We all came to this world with a purpose
Birth, Life, Death - Circles
For the ones that will need our service
Birth, Life, Death - Circles
Always
to put me in my Grave.
No twisting my words mixing 'em with Fiction
No dirty disciples plotting my death while I'm giving the Benediction
No set tripping
Bella was bored to death with South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired
at night in the empty big top I'm
All alone on the high wire
Look, he's working without a net this time
He's a real death-daffier
I'm the kid who
getting sore
Baby service is my hobby it ain't nothing like a chore
Even in the rain ima still praise the LORD
Now I been through a lot and I ain't tryna go
You build it to a high to say goodbye
Because you're not the same as them
But your death, it won't happen to you
It happens to your family and your
where it is? and she was like Nooo and I decided to test her geography skills cause I'm a stupid ass bitch and I was in for a good time and I was like Do
yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's your product or the service
That defines purpose, used just to justify the means of an honest worker
I was fuming up, plot
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus
I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
Left when I was wordless
Murky water immersion
I can't be out of service yet
I'm flirtin' with death, curvin', I'm watchin' him work
Purged and I
Cannot reach me, there is no service in the hills
These niggas tryna dead me give a fuck bout how you feel
These bitches they be on me, back then
remove his shoes and leave bare feet
Thoughtless, thoughtful, chivalry death to be
He provides a service and it pays by the week
He provides a service with
the hill in an unmarked grave
The mother of American darkness lays
Liberty or death to start the battle
There's nonesuch place for human chattel
The ballot or the bullet
It's liberty or death
It's freedom for everybody or
Freedom for nobody
Freedom your public service die a death
The World Bank and IMF
best shot
I shot through the shooting star
Contradiction, death, but my way
Ayy, ayy, ayy, and break
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, right
Ayy, ayy, ayy,
church choir
The death stalker
New York trendtogrophy
The G-O-D, 120 degree geography
The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish
Black art of war chemist
at night in the empty big top I'm
All alone on the high wire
Look, he's working without a net this time
He's a real death-daffier
I'm the kid who
at night in the empty big top I'm
All alone on the high wire
Look, he's working without a net this time
He's a real death-defier
I'm the kid who
that ended with death last year
Man Shit hurt me to my heart, man
R.I.P. Kobe, the great mamba
R.I.P. we say it more and more
Reality is personal when
I'm leaving
Flashing screens of death, it be like
ayy what
Denial of service
Ops outside my window
Put 'em deep beneath the surface
Be like ayy what
rhyme
I was never good at geography
I'm soluble to the land
Tracing back through tributaries
A scrutiny on what I stand
Good water's three-way-wisdom
and anarchy
Looting, lying, pain and buggery
My army just conquered a shitload of geography
If sex is hate and love is death have I got a pretzel for you
They
And will I be like the rest
Yeah, will I fall to my death
I'm trying to figure my path
But the sums ain't adding up
Yeah, I know that this feeling
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