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A cosmic nothingness without description ¡Black Hole!
A powerful object, total murdered
Crushing planets, mercilessly
Nothing can scape of him
A cosmic
the old way.
When no discriminating thoughts arise, the old mind ceases to exist. When thought-objects vanish, the thinking-subject vanishes, as when
environments. that’s why we say we dope.
& we was potent.
Fitting every description
Of the prescription
That was gripping,
Pillaging our communities with
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Right
this when I take your mind out to Venus
With the formats on DAT tape you can't remake or duplicate
Hesitate for a minute on deck like Brenlee
as well
As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at-
At an officer with some object in her hand"
How many niggas are ready to loot?
up, shit is not a contest
Whippin' Benz concept
Heaven-sent, God-sent
Least that's what my mom says
Proof is in the progress, money's not a object
the pulp, no fiction
My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no Egyptian
Flowin' in code, peep the encryption
Ayo, ayo, my Rolodex shine
hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbs
Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells
And chainsawin' them in the basement
Hardly fits your job description
thug, description might fit you
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you think
Blood
any description of buildings or garments.
When I came home, on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat sided steep frowns over the present world, I
you what I do in the stu
The mission was progress yet it slowly was forgotten once she's viewed as an object
Things turned to a problem when you
out gives you a detailed description
Involves mind body and spirit What you hear and what you
seeing in the flesh Is true to form It's no smoke
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
without blinking to thinking in the process
Tre come running out with a fully on some hot shit
I'm like weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object
What
gets no juice
And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose
You can't handle the format
Punk, I'll use you as a doormat
I'm straight checkn em
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Fayez Al Saeed فايز السعيد Singer,Composer Yes edit
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from yo bitch
From my bitch
Might call back
Fuck all that
Yall fall back
Quit the shenanigans
Shit hit the fan again
Objects go flying off
Stay down,
insertion
Violent extortion
I hear the Master calling
Delete erase format destroy
Reboot restart software rewrite
Breath of life bring online
Malignant
pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on
complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life.
This was
know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description
hip-hop conference
Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
they say my brain is doomed
I object, it's sustained, now name this tune
Bringing more than other brothers on computers
Long as my vision
it true
you can mumble jumble if you got somethin' to say
but i doubt it's gonna affect me i row my boat steady
everready is my battery description
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