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How could we leave... How could we vanish
And forsake our land, this is heaven
I kept my heart... right by the sun
Where Le Havre sings with

of no Plato's cave
Riding the wave till we can find another way to escape from the maze
Away from this game
Speak a different language but we're

Luther
You niggas my son I’m calling you junior
A nigga so hot but the ice keep me cooler
Pass me the rock I go the the rim
They crashing I’m like 24 in

these raps no cap I'm peelin
Outty 5000 
Y'all my sons and i got Munchausen 
And they'll never find you cos i got 
Much housing
And acres by thousand now

in my cave 
Dig up the bones 
I used to carry 
Survival instincts for me and my sons 
Born on this mud 
Crawling our way 
In a race to last and obey

home
Look me in my eyes son take a peak inside my windows
Speaking to me sole to sole like some foot clapping
Don't ride waves I just make flows
Keep

Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like

a Motherfucker
While paying with their son
Through the aperture I see a glimmer of light…
Out of my reach it’ll surely die…
Why would anybody give up
In the face

and sleep inside a mountain cave
Making soup from wild grass and sipping tea by candlelight
There’s always room for doubt
But that sounds about right

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

Our world faces a new reality
The futures of our children
Their sons and daughters' purity
Is corrupted by the aura

Of violence brooding in our

for a change in this landscape
Man that sounds great providing for the fam
Wifey provides the dinner plates
Son with passing grades learned from mom

Into another existence
Doomed and thrown by fate
Into theses killing fields
Against gods and men
Now the Hunt begins
And we are the prey
Remembering

What's in a name bro? Can you tell me nigga?
Pull the curtain
When they made us think our name was worthless
Son and daughter searching for the light...

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

back
Do right by the dead
We getting it back
Son of the Hashira slinging the sun
Muzan ya done
This is for all of my hitters that died
When the moon was

In the beginning
There was life
Created by Heaven
Your delight
In constant communion
Confiding in God
But one look at that tree
And that trust is all

like Trinidad James
With my chains, nigga
Can't find me I'm in the cave
Saddam Hussein, nigga
Actually, actually, that was, uhh, ah, fuck
What's his

an old love song
Down by the bridge we'd sit and talk about what lie ahead
She was always the funny one
I was only a teacher's son
I learned a thing or two

astrology, tarot and black everything
When were you born
What was the date?
It don't matter won't last anyway
By this point now guess shit won't change

feel

I feel a little aggrophobic
My life is ran by morons
Coming out their homes
With their homemade little morons
Sharing all their clothes
With their

a drug is a drug
Take that till I feel numb
Came back with a steel lung
Thought it wouldn't hurt this much by now
Still does, no such thing as real ones

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

got me feelin' clean
Like hiding in caves, oh by the way I violated He higher than David, they couldn't kill the King
Hungry but I'm dancin' with