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When I walk in 
The party starts 
And all the ladies eye 
Me

And From there looks
And by there stances
I know they want to try me

This is
Another

angus
Never blow no heat or tote no bangers
What you see on TV is Nickelodeon
Street sweepers cleaning out your block like they custodians
Pass by's

like i'm from the ville

Only time i feel whole, is off mental congestion, lucy blessings, MDA pills

Ignore the education section on dating apps, wasn't

How to Operate with a Blown Mind

Lo Fidelity Allstars

How to Operate with a Blown Mind

1998

I'm steppin' out on the streets again 
Cos I'm tortured by demons, winged beasts and carrions 
The air is alive with dagger and poisons 
Almost

Forever Ill

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy,

Hello from the other side 
It's D-Y-N-E 
Die die die 
A man that can do both 
Wrong or right 
And be the victor by landslide 
Majority rules on all

gaze into macabre visions of obliteration in the distance. bloodthirst goes unquenched. aroused by This putrid stench.
The putrid stench of the dead.

potential to question
You're an invention of flesh and blood and bones and suggestion
Don't be swept by the flood of clones in congestions
Coz the cons are

the hell up or I’m slappin’ this bitch
Don’t even know yeah I feel like I’m destined
Shut the fuck up with your nasal congestion 
Sound like a frog voice’ll

Intro: Instrumental (8 Bar’s)...

Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
I been in a strong winter sleep frozen by snow,
The icy flow so cold you’ll get

Congestion with my words depression cured by words aggression gone by bud and the blood on the hood yeah all this making sense to me but no one  else

on these bitches
Compression
Get yo shit jammed up
fucking congestion
Smoke by obsession
I'm in this by my gun got suppression

I'm a sneaky fucker
Shit I

ay
I hate bread, it makes me sick
I hate bread when I chew too quick
I hate bread it causes indigestion
I hate bread it causes a congestion
Ay, ay, ay,

White Givenchy on the feet to match the short sleeves
Okay
Aye

I might fight fair by nature, but when surrounded
By monsters, devils  and demons, it

But I got to keep my distance, all that shit I really done outgrew
Booked that flight so you could see me, by the ocean Santorini
You look good in that

right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got

God's Work

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It

sitting on a couch (Sofa) 
My bars could win an Oscar, I ain't talking 'bout the Grouch (Sesame Street)
People say my verse is bad, they don't really get

breath, i lit a doobie
Do you wanna get intense, let's take some Lucy
Junkie on the beat
You don't want it with me
White boy that was raised by the streets

that shit infectious 
Ain't no play play get the message
Don't need crowds all in my sessions
I can't work too much congestion 
My suggestion, find

on it’s dying day
Connected round the globe, on many different frequencies
What you mean? Artificial sequencing
Frequently surrounded by algorithms, it’s

offended by what you hear that I've written up in this letter 

Not enough kings but we got us some Coretta's
Maya Angelou, Oprah's and even better 
You men

you by my wing until you caused for them to flutter
Blankets of defeat will sit on me as I go under
Underneath a rainy cloud and shockingly there's

Of congestion

Our perception
Of aggression
Is selective
Not subjective

We would rather
Chapter our laughter
In what in pi actually matters
Factor in the hell in