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made Flesh
Graveyardstatues scream for leaving marblestoned Shell
to clasp at least one single Kiss of her lovely crimson Lips

"Fallen from God's Grace

from
Who I was made to be

I slow down to read from the greatest of tombs
It tells me of one who's already atoned
For the sin of the world, what does

Made most of them his slaves and put the rest of em to death
If I didn't know any better I'd suppose
Perhaps the terms of his agreement wasn't heard,

life got tough
Who'd sit with me and Kyle and laugh at the dumbest stuff
But always made sure we knew that we were smart enough
To not only bring home

never wear
They turn on you for money, swear to God, I’ll never share
Like I’m claustrophobic, leave me ‘lone, ‘cause I need some air
Call my bro for

recall.
Fuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with me.
I leave niggas hanging like Mississippi,
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body,

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

or the cutleries
They are foreign, made, they'll be firework
If the choir sing
Backdrop is the Atlantic Sea
I've been at the lowest point in my life
But look what

I believe

working hard
praising god
thank him now
shit I made it far

thinking back
we was trying to adapt
fighting for the scraps
from the people

Shit I don't mind eye for an eye
And when it's time god bless
I wipe my iris, Not guided by terrestrial loss
I sight the bible but I'm the type

You did that a bunch of times
Cuz Your grandmother lied
Telling you to hush up
When you question faith
Or you question decisions
That God has Made

first to the

Serenade with choirs of the dead
They're just puppets so off with their head
Nobody survives what a bloody sight
I made a pool of blood so

O'Brian
She wanted me, I'm European, so I destroyed her like the Mayans
Like Dwight and Jim, Adam and Olivier made an unruly, a Holy Alliance
She went from

light, outside, early service
Spring time, my grandma
Is dressed by six thirty
She said pot's on the stove
With your breakfast don't worry
Now wake up your

the art across the population
Turn the TV off and stop the indoctrination
Fight for your God-given rights, cause only
God can take me We are God's creation

Last time for the mass ...

&& if you gotta ask 

Ima simply tell you that ...

Move forward 

Don’t look back 

——————

Tell me have you ever died ...

stop getting flyer
Don't ever call me a liar
Stuck in my head like the memories by her
Can't seem to get you
Out of my head
Outta my head
Outta my head

parables, footnotes and scriptures
Streams of consciousness paint pictures
Paint dripping on the carpet
By stubbed out cigarettes
It won't make the mass

to see mass murder put me on one feature
And everybody's dead
Omo lyrical dead bodies made a headline
He cut off everybody's head
Cocaine you don start

to my soul now
Scientist crank another cheap pill
Murderers plot another cheap kill
Pour my coffee and I see another mass kill
Hero by the Cheetos has

you practiced drills
Get out the fuckin closet I know you're in the bathroom stil
I'll make ur body still a menace I was made to kill

Poisoned by

chair.
It was funny, watching her dangle though; gasping for air.
Well, this whole shit show is ruled by an iron fist;
I’m not surprised that dick made

the thirteenth knot
(Hangman) i arrange panoramics of a placid
Cataloguing where wild dogs
Sing tailor made lullabies tried
By my offspring
I'll bring

wasn't by my jurisdiction
I didn't listen
So I became Satan Victim
God warned me about this
He said stay sober and vigilant
That 1st Peter 5:8 man
I needed