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Sons must kill their fathers
The child must kill their dreams
No respect for daughters
Just pious slavery
By the flesh you offer
Grant you praise

Ons sit hier by die huis, ek soek iets om te doen
Ek bel toe vir ou Spike want hy het 'n nuwe bike
My sussie like hom kwaai maar sy sê hy is te taai

Too Safe
Music by Max & Marena Whitcher, lyrics by Marena Whitcher

Their crumpled spines and crippled postures
Their heavy heads from looking down

surmise
It from my rhymes
I was in-spired
By an NF-ing Goat
The Reaper
And the Gods that Rap
Of Evil
Twins and sheep that dress
Like people
Left from hell

and pines sticks on me down
I am cover by my arms
I will pull you in my spikes
You can't breathe and this alright
Next you feel like blood is gone
I will take

Thinkin bout those birthday wishes sittin by myself
I feel like durk I hit they block with nun but a belt
Like what the fuck is they gone do I ask

Oh shiii
Oh shiii

Yo
Murder to the mic I might get into fight
Rhymes so sharp my verse is just a spike
Spike like the new high of COVID cases

the value
Little giants
Watch it spike

Mj he said see it further
Breaking bread by building signs
Ask ourselves where is mines
Gotta be a milli mind
DAS what

You've sealed your lips
With empty promises
You've stitched your ears
With ignorance
Your eyes blinded
By the light you cannot see
Your hands tied

Damn I'm trapped inside these walls she got molly jaw
Think I might just spike her drink like it's volley ball
She gone ask me for permission that's

your eyes huh, yeah, I'll take you too the moon
And it's to hard to think of a time, when you were not here by my side
Clouded mind and my visions

a male form, she's become as 
stiff as possible.
Wearing trim suits and spike heels, 
she says bust instead of  breast
somewhere underneath she 
misses

the commonness
Guided by providence
On my on my kenny business

See you when I hit them like an onomatopoeia
Wouldn't want to be you
Wouldn't want to see you

brain shoot a flick Spike Lee
All my niggas go insane don't do shit nicely
Crop a oppy out the frame can't get rich by me
Know some niggas throwing k's

of the terrible yellow peril
Take a spike, and drive it into wooden railroad ties
Go on strike, but then they'll stop up all your food supplies
And erase you from

Good Time Prize

Words by Devon Murray (Noirre)
Music by Devon Murray, CJ Caffrey, Dustin Soares, Noah Corbitt
(C)(P) 2023 Pool Swimmer Records

I always thought that I
Wanted you baby
It wasn't even bout ya Looks (bout ya looks)
And by the way that you Look at me driving me Crazy
I'm trynna

life-y
Facts
Mess up I'll make you my side piece
Facts
My life a movie shot by Spike Lee
Facts, uh, make more than you make Mm-hmm
Shawty gonna make it

Southern Comfort. 
So smooth and nice. 
And it’s made in the good ole Southern America. 
By Confederates. 
Gosh darned Confederates. 

That old

and spliffs just you and me
Gettin' so high as far as the eye can see
Serotonin spike, we kiss, she ridin' me home
Roll my dope, I'll be home by dark
Windows

I can't shake off
What I feel inside
Until the day that I die
Tell me why
Behind all the white lines
Are projects during nighttime
Inspired by

ain't no bogus
I don't check my mail 'cause I don't wanna see no notice
Die standin' tall, on my young Brodie Broadus
Spike by the door, '98, Young

Woah, huh
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Count more racks than ever
Yeah, racks than ever
Yeah, Count more racks than ever
Woah
Yeah, I got spikes all

first I was tryna take mine so I
Hit hidden the force I'm forbidden
Can't face ya fate I'm revealing
Cut capes replaced by the villains
Off pace I'm late