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and stuck
People are governed by sheer luck
But far, in my distant world
I feel immortal and cold

Şi dacă norii deşi se duc
De iese-n luciu luna
E ca aminte

Starting to 
See   things differently
When the moons shines
What’s that shape it’s reflecting
Extra piece of earth 
Our maps have been missing
Since

the river falls into the white - foam
I saw the ghosts smiling faith believing we're like monsters 
But between their teeth
I saw the crustacean clawing moons

the change
I already dreamed that I had the fame
Red and white coupe like a candy cane
Pop a perc, it feel like Bruce Wayne
Chop a brick like I'm Tsung

All the world over
So easy to see
People everywhere just want to be free
First off decriminalize being Black
Terror squad on our ass
Make it hard

In 1863 it was the Great Emancipate
But freedom was restricted by the wickedness of hate
By 19 double 0 they called it separate but equal
Then sliced

where this pain will cease
Gravity bleed

Who will draw a celestial map?
To find the unmaker
To find Destronomer
On the white dwarf, resting upon his

the field
I'm bout the set the world on fire little boy
Bow
Bow
Huh
And this is not a drill
From the bottom of the map
To the top of the hill
I threw

will be there, I know

In the glaring white embrace
Even step back leads ever forward
As uncharted paths crystalize over
Map of the world before today

Live at the Tunnel

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

and Mighty Ha key the predicate felon 

When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen 

Who you tellin'? 

The world is mine like Esco 

If not,

remember my first view of vastness 
White fire swept clean the earth 
Leaving desolate the plains of this world 
A glacial reckoning of what's to come 
Tree

As we razed plains to ash
We laid claims
Exchanged grains
And made pacts
And we clashed
And we strained
And the rains lashed
The young maids were

gone
I know by end of this song I'll be alone
I just rolled me up a wood now Let me in my zone
Sometime it feels like the world got the best of me
Feel

We're use to the same boulevards
White picket fence yards
Send em back a post card
Cause I'm tired of life so mundane
You're not living unless you're

took plain stones turnt them into pure gold
We ain't never think the same I'm smart you dull
Pure persuasion map out the business put it on the board

the memories of who I used to be
Horror films never could amuse me
Now they're my autobiography
World crumbling, trapped by debris
Need a map cause I'm lost in

Intellectuals

Sunz of Man

The Old Testament

2006

cent on Loud 
Slang lord  applaud  forty eight up on the board 
Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it 
Lord, burn em, ninety-eight

One day I changed
And re-arranged my brain
My body stayed the same
My inner had entered new plains
Visualizing terrains
Horizons were ever so strange

One day I changed
And re-arranged my brain
My body stayed the same
My inner had entered new plains
Visualizing terrains
Horizons were ever so strange

Low light from candles burning by the blue
madonna, in the altar, on the white wall,
Rosalia, turning to him:
		     	      I see your history
in your

Oh the return of a Nilot G 
Same old game but a different breed 
Cargo, J's and a plain white tee  
It's a SY not SIE 
Still been vexed for a couple

a course to his map
He was born into pain
Worn in the rain
Scorned by the plain and deplored by the pack
Now he's torching the game
Scorching the flame

the poor and the old is seduced by the young dylan sample

we were driving a tonne, in the midnight sun
for hours, there wasn't a single soul in sight

an industry where fans find the skeletons in closets
Embellishing our hardships
And the world wonder why the critics bringing out the negative in artist
We put