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Hourglass

Athenaeum

Hourglass [#1]

2002

And the days go by
Without warning or reply
And these moments pass me by endlessly

If I live for a hundred years
I'll still want you here
I'll still need

and alone, now I'm rich and I'm happy
That's word to my spirit, never let 'em break me
Even when the tension had me feeling like I hate me
Ten whole years

a dream
Streets was the hang out, every day kicked out	
Caught by security telling us to get out
New route to the mall or my mom’s house
Girls would call

the game not trading my piers were making it clear relax
The best heat ain't even touched wax boy
I ain't never dropped 10 tracks in a year
Yet somehow here

a big like rocket
Gimme di highest grade year long me stock it
Haffi grow me own ca me tired fe buy it
Fly like dove with weed me in a love
This ya one is

Fox's Dream of the Log Flume

mewithoutYou

Ten Stories

2012

years, there's only one girl I've kissed

In the blistering heat of the Asbury pier
We sat quiet as monks on the Ferris wheel
Until looking down

Y'all Know

Yonas

The Proven Theory

of power
And struggle makes you stronger I been strugglin' for hours
I've been strugglin for weeks, been strugglin for years
But I turn it in to music you

I Can't Play the Blues

Ron Thal

Hermit

1997

became the same by a different name
Ya forgot to change your calendar 10 years in a row
Now ya can't find the pace of the new game

I play it like

lost my screws
You might as well, you could put me in a cube and give a hundred years, nigga
I ain't lettin' no nigga kill me out here, nigga
I'm

from Studio 54 by the other Michael Myers
c backstage eight ball is your ticket for showtime,
Meanwhile you're up shit's creek, swimming in low tide

the Foxes handle the switches when they creep, nigga
I make forty-six thousand in two shows 
And I counted by my hand, 'cause I like my money real neat
I

mad trips ha
In the back blowing mad piff ha
Drinks just dey flow like na bach eve ha
Too much paparazzi ha
Cos you know that my team like to party hard

a competitor yall fuckas incompetent
Imma bury you 10 feet in a sarcophagus 
Tear out your esophagus 
Like Haha bitch
Baba-Googoo-Gaga
Yall are toddlers 
I'm

This is the formulation of neuros, codes and snipers
The rulers in this motherfucker
Thoughts they are sub-autorism, dope similes and metaphors

In the House of horrors
Every door running man
Son Of Sam now getting
Molested by Ms cunningham
Ms piggy cutting ham, pussy it was stunning
Man 10

And you’ll have three kids and a garden
And I’ll still just be a three out of ten
And in the end
You’ll fall for those like Becca
And I’ll just become another

Got these bitches pressed
Beads of sweat
Drip dripping down they neck
In my tips is your Nigga
Or bus down on every set
I ain't pen palling these

got my baby girl riding by my side/
She a cutie and she know she fire/
I gotta thank the man above he made her mine/
Gucci, Gabbana and Louis/
You can

when their fire comes to end it
All this shit I'm sending quickens, in your heart as you envision
Full submission to my ninjas as I rape your

compare me rappers you'll get shocked
Cause I'll put em in a box to emphasis the surprise
Oh you got 10 mixtape out, oh show me your impact
Level? I missed

Parody of “(Don't Fear) the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult

Fallen times have come.  We can't turn and run
Stephen didn't fear the people,
Not even when

Parody of “(Don't Fear) the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult

Fallen times have come.  We can't turn and run
Stephen didn't fear the people,
Not even when

Young lovers in a picture frame
Ever notice how there ain't no rain
Nobody hangs hard times on the wall
You won't see it in an 8 by 10
But there's

the beast that rose from the

abyss, like a big dragon with the colour of fire

with seven heads and ten horns, with seven diadems

over the heads. His tail