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Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Time determined in your own mind
Defined by all the spaces
Many more will feel the drift
When you can't find

a struggle to still evolve
Walk and then learn to crawl
Bit by the underdog
Where went the wherewithal
Hang up when Nature calls
Cave writing's on the wall
Why

freefalling through napalm Dynamite
Keep fucking coming I proudly recite
Millions of scars just add to my might
Fucking Satan couldn’t beat a fiddle player son

possible
And by the way you're fine
J'vais me sauver, yeah j'vais prendre le prochain train
Peu importe la destination j'veux juste aller loin
Oh fucking

I found out what happens when I lose you 
When the trail goes cold
And I can't find my own way home
So I camp out
Hoping to break in
This cave
This

the talent pool
Til the lifeguards barked their whistles
I could widdle me a gimble with a pocket knife
So the camera don't tremble when the comet strike
Cave

I'm in the jungle with the scouts
I'm the young horses mouth
If I say it then it's scripture fuck around and find out
I been laying in the cave shh

to the bone without a stitch
In seek of proof, from caged in, to walking out a cave, to stepping on a stage
I rhyme flows in favors various of the flavors

underground stay above it tho
I know a boy who died I know a boy who tried
I know a boy who's father killed himself before his time
Tryna to meet his son

ape
Came from the cave
When the missus didn't shave
And you were forced to be brave
I guess now, In comparison
Things are all great
Coz she's smooth

Vien la vien la j'dit la vérité
J'roule une batte pour dépressuriser
J'suis dans la cave j'ai plus de réseau
Ya pas de raison d'sortir du missile
Mise

they're hurting us
Permanently murking us
Lurking with the worst of us

But I'm a dog, son
All of us; we're all some
Fang gnashing, face smashing
Niggas -

Forjador de palabras
Luego te meto el cuchillo
Te miro en los ojos luego sonrió
Porque ya son míos
Creas que esta chistoso
Pues pregúntale el tio
Que lo cavé

at me you are not my son
my mate would just hollar
i'd get hot undr the collar
spit and shout in my face you woudn't swollar
money that i borrar
pay it by

of the lungs we made it
Not the little me, The I that's the greatest
Cages and caves, stages and slaves, pages of rage
Only re-written when we forgetting our

to
Your fuckin' spaceship!

That Muslim, space monster
Just raped Alf in the nostril!
Call me Dark Baiter, son
I like the dark side of the porn!

I never go

off
Then my work would last for 500yrs plus 
But fuck 
I don't have none of that son 
So my page will eventually 
crack brittle and break 
The only way

to Heaven above
But only my understanding
The good the bad outstanding
Really I had enough
I was two seconds from giving up
Felt my world cave in
This life my

the whole crew cop by the cases
Cases on cases on cases (Cases on cases)
Cases on cases on cases on cases (Cases on cases)
Cases on cases on cases
Uhh
I get

to
Your fuckin' spaceship!

That Muslim, space monster
Just raped Alf in the nostril!
Call me Dark Baiter, son
I like the dark side of the porn!

I never go

The Lamb's Blood

Shabazz the Disciple

Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz)

2003

in the thicket, who be spying on the wicked
In these last days, the projects is like the caves
Facing the 10 plagues, like moses I free slaves
I broke

ain't got no time to heal
Can't stay in my feelings for too long so I be trying to peel
Darkness caves in that's why I light my spliffs up
They need my

on pack
Makes my lungs cave, they crack, I fall, collapse
But it's okay cuz I'm back just load the wax
Pop the champagne, celebrate, time to all relax

Only

relaying them pages I stained in my cave alone
Save the soul, like son of man, I'm the son of Shane & a cut above any son of gun, that be chucking shade