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That won't work again
The silent treatment what I get and we go back to friends
You wanna' leave me? Bitch I thought we fought until the end
Do you

to bitter
Flowered any way
Now the sunshine crown
Will suspend the pedal's weight
Once honeyed thoughts
Replace Metallic taste
If the water treatment's hard

chamber to hurt my self-esteem
And I put myself in quarantine 'cause I'm sick, I think I need
To get some treatment
Heal the wounds that bleed
Consider

Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friend
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension
Are you sure you

money, but only there part time
And once you seek out the same treatment then they go hide
I didn't give you no permission slip, not gunna let it slide

treatment
For all

But that's not America
When we have the Muslim Ban
Or a wall being built by this Country's President
And we must never forget
Sandra Bland

to me though?
Associate at convenience
I ain't deserve this treatment
But you broke my trust cause you ain't confront
And let lies come inbetween it
Words

stores.
-I see no reason to sit down an negotiate.
-I’m too well-seasoned to attach and associate.
The Chosen One and an Outcast like Three Stacks.

special treatment from you now

Just take it slow
You don't know how far I'd go
To heal our wounds
But you, once in a blue moon

Right from the start
You

And get my mental, my mentality tougher
I figgy fuck it, patch the wounds with some Teflon tape
Even so the scars seem to seep through

Based on some

Cautery- used to stop the bleeding
After surgery, wounds fastened chemically

Routine procedure, not without inconsistency
Dead tissue filled with

actions divided by what makes man equal
Desire to end the treatment that is faced by brothers and sisters 
A never dimming pain

I never wanted life

It's darkness in my head without you
I shed so many tears tryna heal up the wound
So many bad bitches that they can fill up a room
Things went all

paradise
Seems like there's no easy way out
Are we obeying the rules?
Do you want to hear the truth?
Mend our wounds with scientific treatments
Salvage our

Deep Fried Frenz

MF Doom

MM..Food? [CD/DVD]

2004

spitting lies
Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggas, homies
Close, but really don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters,

Psycho Street

Richard Thompson

Rumor and Sigh

1991

does
The boy next door throws one back
It hits the man on the head and mortally wounds him
"Ah well" he says, as his life blood trickles away
"Boys

of hell inside,
But cells prevailed and multiplied.
Prescriptions pills and treatment plans;
We prayed he'd heal before the promised land.

But November,

the end, I'll be hiding all my troubles and wounds
Inside my room, with some writings that's reminding us who
Made us who we are, and what we could've been

Sometimes I feel like I've been eaten, spat out like a fucking bone
Hungry for some equal treatment, is it too much that I'm asking for
Fire up

around like I'm undefeated but I was heated 
Greeted with reality that I got wounds 
That needed treatment 
I ain't preaching nor I'm teaching
I'm just

beats as my bleeding feet hit the pavement
You're incomplete, fraught with frailty, get some treatment

A compelling attempt to amplify
The feeble signals

Why did Meg have to show us her bullet wounds?
Why don't you believe us when we say we're bleeding?
I said we're bleeding
So how many more interviews

, I don't need to sting my wound
What I really need is to read your name on an obituary right now
Goddbye my love , ciao

It was a fancy love ,
Do

to
It takes two to make communication happen
So we roll three deep and don't associate with wackness
Respect for the music and culture and the craft is