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I need it in black ink
Need it in black ink
Need it in black ink
Need it in black ink
I'm in my bag bitch
Lit like a match is
You aint gon Match this

that'll crack the earth when I stomp my feet 
And transform into an Altered Beast Rrruh! 

M-m-m-m-Monsta!
This is Monstas Ink Look dead in the eyes

for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product

to strive for!
Am I Dead?
Or am i Alive?
I don't know what to strive for!
The Illusion of Ink
Is going inside my Head
And I think I may trapped
And I am

Nostradam' and Saint Thomas
With the uzi in front
My Garden of Eden is apartment where
They puff they trees and
The serpents alerting through
The weak

a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink
I'm

All the Stars Are Dead Now

Current 93

Thunder Perfect Mind

1992

the air -
They all drink blood)
When Christ smiles his smile is broken
Holly ivy old dead trees
Dead dead dead
Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
Dead

with blue ink
Its all about the bag
Its just sauce all on me
And ion like to brag
It just drip all off me
And all we know is bag
That money just call me

the birds and the trees
Cause, in the end, we is all we need
That's where we find our inner peace

Slippin cross the floor again
Too much soap
My momma kept

the cliff and watch my wings spread defying all science blind flying as my ink shed chemical warfare in the land of the dead so I proceed to drop bombs

from kings to rubble
Look to the Mountain, loud is the rumble
No time to think
Write your wills in your blood of ink
Then wipe your tears with a one –

Plastic trees don't feel the breeze
Only dead fish swim with the stream
Plastic trees don't feel the breeze
Only dead fish swim with the stream

a lot of ink splashing on my page
I'm aware
But that's me venting my thoughts
I'ma ride with the tide 'til
I'm dead on the shore
I'm surfing, cuh I know I

the inks read
Flow coming from my heart take it straight to the head
Reverence in fear, I heard what He said
Abide in faith hope and love, or I’m dead
Write

myself what happened 
To the fox who loved the rabbit 
Until he no longer could sleep 

Dead trees, falling leaves 
Always writing melodies 
Poetry,

Bulletproof Diaries

Raekwon

LAX

2008

ink pen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieve's
Got a million dollars

Digging deeper into dead trees
Leave a deforestation
So God believes me
Write me name
So he can see it
All the way from the top
Of heaven
Let em know
That

those trees rattle back and forth
In an ink blot Rorschach symmetry just smudged on the coming dawn
And I left
Apex eyes from the side of the road

my cool
Trees are rustling as the wind blew
I see something I can't make out
Things gone south without a doubt
Whispers flood inside my ear
The thing I

Pick up your pen and get to work
Welcome back
Working hard in the dead of night
Creation might never see the light
Pen and paper a wondrous sight

At your alter
Happily ever after
The facts have been altered
Turn another chapter from this author
Dripping wasted red ink
All across the page
I wonder what

on my wrist (yeah)
I got ink on my belly (yeah, ink, ink-ink-ink, ink)
Let's go

I'm a Barbie like Ken
But I'm tryna fuck me a Brat (tryna fuck

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If money grew on trees like leaves
Would your problems go away
Would it take away your pain
Would you

Buckshot but Ink Blot and Ink Blot and Ink Blot yuh'
Mask off with a mask "What are we to see?" No one thought up to ask
I'm walking on a Field of Mirrors