Lyrics:
the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Christ by
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LESTER KANE?!
Now what is this that stands before me?
Underneath this wack off coughing
It's Logan and her half beat offspring
I got the nod from Kane
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
THE HELL IS LESTER KANE?!
Now what is this that stands before me?
Underneath this wack off coughing
It's Logan and her half beat offspring
I got
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Doing it like we always do it about this time
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the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Christ by highest heaven
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
"Cardiac Arrest"
Lyrics By Ten-Headed Skeleton
I don’t want my Fucking girlfriend, calling me daddy thats for pedophiles with a sick fantasy I
THE TRIUMPH OF THE SKIES
WITH ANGELIC HOST PROCLAIM
CHRIST IS BORN IN BETHLEHEM
HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING
GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING
CHRIST BY HIGHEST HEAVEN
An orphan, a still-born, the offspring of a goddess
Demented, dishonored, crying for its mother
The goddess was defiled by those who sought her power
drift slowly back home
Attacks in the night are focused and swift until you hear the screams
Women go first and then the offspring
The men will watch
to infuse itself with the human's weak decrepit life force
Nourished by cretin's blood, now part of mortal genetic code
These foul earthlings shall feel
Behind my eyes, I reach for skies that tell no lies
The earth, it cries for change that can't be televised
We polarized and synthesized by stimuli
bag
Scorpions bursting from the ground
Vile head filled with venom offspring
Blood is spilling from my torn bag
Blood is spilling from my torn bag
ourselves day by day, can we change at all
Hope for the best and keep on fighting before we take a fall
Repeat chorus
In the past, wars were benifical,
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Scatter my ashes by an evergreen
Watch my energy
Nourish its offspring
I am me
I am everything
& now i see
It don't take much to be
But when
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of a virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
are now hearing
Is an AI generated voice that is here to bring you
And the album, closer than ever before
So without further ado, by the grace of God
child of hopeless regime
Offended by offspring gets blind for extreme
Argentum reflects as soon as it acts
Our genes made of wax with wick that rejects
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