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of his house about how he had old broken-down food
About how his house was broken down too
In periods when my dad lived alone
When my dad didn't have

a loaded gun
Two shots sipping coke and rum
Broken home but he chose the sun
Had to cope
People joke as if I'm dumb
I've been growing like the flower
Paper

Saying F 9 to 5's nd quotas
Coz the economy & governments are broken
Let's not speak on TTIP
These corporations negotiate with greed lips
Over the years

schism 

A meeting of master minds in the making magic 
In taking the time through acts of creating in breaking habits and lies
The art of dying is living

is) being intercepted
The hyenas are listening
Outside of the Christening
The Spring Baby became the Lion Cub
Just silently whistling
I am...

Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)
Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice
(and here we go again, and here

like to xerox
Nonchalant, counting cash, kicking it like martial arts
Never trust a soul I avoid all the broken hearts
From the start tell a bitch I just

Now here's a one on one on how to spit barz nd verbarlize/
ccknowledge me m from the skul of rap i got the syllabus/
Its rap art lyricist born nd

witnessed
His visage was getting twisted
Insidious by definition
Spontaneously afflicted
It's on

Lo and behold on this sick and afflicted soul
Lacking

free
Most the friends, I called them then, are just acquaintance to me
And that's that shit that irk me deep, see, I was led to believe
You had

the hard times
Erase the gaze of the inner haze
Reveal the dust through the maze
Disappear for days
Off in a tent
Parked by the bay
It's easier this way

you for man and the human being that you are
It's only cause of you that I can make this piece of art

In a moment it was gone
But in the moment we was

mocked by all these whities cuz I had no money
She left me with a broken heart  cuz I had no money
Big mouths raving "it ain’t bulid the joy"
Can you

(Whatchu mean?) oh he's got it...
I get my bread by the beach like a seagull
I enjoy the breeze but I still need goals
Aint trying to leave seashells to see

Saviour

Adem

Complete Happy Hardcore

2008

the beginning of the second act only when you heal these torn and broken hearts. 
Blood is on this microphone, while I learn the art of speaking through my soul,

I can’t fwy baby no you not my type 
I been broken hearted you can’t be my wife 
Everything I did wrong yea it came with a price 
Don’t waste my time

I’m out here trying to paint stuff
Art every day it’s all straight love
Dark in the face plus
Certain man wanna tar me with the same brush
Lighten

Remixes are so last year
Pierogis in your mouth and ya don't stop
Deto 22 and ya don't stop
Sketch tha cataclysm and ya don't stop
Antfarm Affiliates

she mentally abused me
Walk out up on right behind her to the dark art that now unwinds
What you are with the moon and whine I accept her blood but only

Take it back and forth you wanna tackle more
But say fuck world what it mean then?
So contradicting everything conflicting
All the meaning change by

first, it took me by surprise
Got used to being broken, U might be wasting your time
But you gave a reason why, form at least a decent rhyme
If I give U my

been broken many times
then I felt His touch and searched the scriptures
the prayer of the righteous availeth much
there’s a lifting up now I know Gods

The Most High cause human flaws are daily shown
By the only one to grace the throne God

Scope the vision through smoking mirrors no stopping
I just smoke

Like doing what I can to fix a broken heart

Or doing what I can to get a healthy start
Like everything I say is spoken with an art
And I don't even know