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by the ones with the stones casted
I trip the light fantastic 
Somebody's looking over me 
And comforts my sadness 
In the last light 

Soon as I see

Ice Ice Baby

Richard Cheese

Silent Nightclub

2006

that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can

and big, I'm no loser (hell nah)
Got abused by the one abused by an abuser, let me prove her (who I am)
I won't fall in this circle, my life is a beat and I

Come smashin' in my face
Bullet holes, deeper cuts 
Fuckin' blood to my name
I bet it wasn't just a waste
'cause I cared too much
Tears droppin' down my

the wind with a gift in my sac
Art on wall with blue tac never part of no fab
Can't be fucked with all that I love a bat like I'm Ozzy
Tay from Aussie Tay is

of purple runtz,
700 days away I couldn’t count it by the month,
Bought a yard and now I’m back feeding kittens in the slums,

I just
Moved into da bottom

of mass death
It also points to an extraordinary history of resistance by indigenous peoples
Peoples of african descent, workers, people in other nations

fucking basement
Man, that hole was big I couldn't really climb out that shit
Look, I had to live every day down in that shit
Every day that I went by Look,

always skip in the morning,
And the sand in the beach that burned the skin of my feet.

There was a time by the river I still think could’ve changed,
But

existence in this cosmic fight 

Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws 
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law 
Giant Ratmen with swords made out

(What are you going to sing, Miss LaVon?)
(Singing in the rain)
(Singing in the rain)
They don't want to see me shine no more?
Yes, of course
Yes,

I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in

Hell Hole

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

the center of the Hell Hole
And I smell ya nose in my business
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
want to burn a devil up for Christmas
I

yourself in someone else's shoes
What more do you have to lose?
I'm finna break out
And bust these walls down!
No more crying and whining
And wishing things

That were waiting in the waiting room
By treating wounds of the enemy
I should've let 'em bleed
(should've let 'em bleed)
Now I'm bleaching up this bad

and empty ya pockets
I wanna make a deposit
Getting the money the profit
Hole in em, Dolphin, Bagle Donut
Paint him red like tomatos
I make the crowd jump

on the wall
Beware of the devil's trumpet

When you look into the abyss,
the abyss also looks into you! 

In my nightmares, I see
this deep, dark hole in me,

the clock ticks by in this lonely town
When it's said and done, when the walls come down
But we love our land, we accept our fate
So we do what we're told

while standing in the bus
Shopping for clothes, being by herself
Sitting at the counter of her favourite bar, waiting for her friends
She just wants to be

Spirit in the air get close to it (Spirit Bomb)
Level up like Goku
Outta my Han, no Solo (Solo)
Cup running over, no Solo (Solo)
Only get by for so long

the best but now I'm the worst
I dont blame you for leaving as I put myself first

It's crazy to think that the world that we live in
Surrounded by people

the wall
look over the mantle and see the trophy best driver in the range
The Rover's not the same when you hop in that Bugatti
Chase dreams of eating with

I was on my way to feelin' good again
But this hole in the wall
Got a whole lot smaller when you walked in

Yeah, I showed up for some drinkin'

female vocals,
I start to sound awkwardly, lost in Oakery
Finding peace in grocery
Feeling awfully,
Surrounding by loveless persons,
I'm in my oldest