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Reqch dqrk office
Apophis
Be the prophetʼs propaganda

The beast is rising
A cancer at the core
Of everything accelerating
To Deathʼs apathetic maw
Nearly lost the plot was down and out lost my office job
Used to hit the chicken shop for lunch I want some Novikov
AND a Lambourgini AND a Roli were
office?

Every six months some guy gets fired, comes back

And kills all his co-workers

If I worked at the post office as a supervisor

I wouldn't lay
Lately I’ve been feeling I have snapped
People say I’m crazy I say what the fuck is that
Office trynna’ teach me fuckin’ etiquettes
I won’t ever
Office anyplace in the free
World must make obeisance to God
Or risk immediate opprobrium our
Press accurately reflects the religious
Nature of our society
ugly
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer
One man show cause I fucked all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
Deep freeze in the doctor' office
Can't tell what kitty's cough is
Fine degrees but that don't matter
You need to work on your bedside manner
Deep
for their country and their lives and to eradicate fascism.

Children dying of cancer have courage beyond words as does anyone battling cancer and still
, lose profit
Thats why mi treat the studio like office

Senior man want come test my gangsta
Cos the music come spread like cancer
Touch my bread man
again,
Poisoned the horses and all the king’s men.
It’s box office bullshit, it’s Hollywood, friend,
And we’ll never be in fucking showbiz again.
They said
alive like a cancer
So tell me
Who's gonna cure my cancer

Hook
So Would you believe me
If I met Him yesterday
Would you believe me
If I told you what He
up ya back like a dirty dancer
Drink up a storm til' you get cancer
Fuckin' tonight, LED lights
Fuckin' around, make you my wife
Hol' up
Ion even drink
granny had cancer
I'm 'posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta
No job, no money or nothin' from ballin'
Because between that and school, that
they ask my worst fear lose profit
Thats why mi treat the studio like office
Senior man want come test my gangsta
Cos the music come spread like cancer
and see what you see?
She had a little lump poking under her shoulder?
I noticed before but it look like it’s growing
So, We go to the doctor’s office
be me, ye
See I'm a player, got my struggle on
Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer
the promo
Shouldn't've bothered from the start
'Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, just not the side that the beat is
the office of the Pastor
And she started telling how she felt
What a chance they were takin' when they first started breakin'
The laws of the Bible Belt
me like a cancer
Uk eat me like a cancer
Gettin' money and they tag the crib
Ask King James, "what's the fucking answer?"
Still a nigga out in
this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga
with bosses
Too many wins to count the losses
We flewed in strippers to the office
Prayers up if you cross us
Karmas good sleep is lossless 
Chartered
national code of conduct for public office holders
We speak from one side of our mouth how we hate corruption
Yet these words are thrown south
When we make
the fuck up
I'm taking yo black ass back to the office
Keep talking shit
Aight bet
Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority
Cause he don't wanna punish
in the pockets of soldiers' and farmers' sons
And he dug for coal and came home with nothing but cancer in his lungs
Try as we might, we couldn't find

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