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with the vanilla roof
Call it Neapolitan i poli
(tic) against the oligarchy on
A mission, composition, start anarchy
I son y'all niggas like the man

by blood, we are
Thrust by the throb of her
Heart to the tips of her
Fingers and back through
The branches of her veins.

We come to rest, spent,

Pandemonium

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Lithgow 
Out of this Third Rock, nigga it it out 
I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch 
What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself 
I

sins can
Only be found through hypnosis
You got to crack the skull
To pull out all the
Multiple personalities it’s comp’rable
To what i’ve done to you

by the burning sand
Run from the flames in the sky
Usurers crouch down and weep
Blasphemers outstretched supine

Take your life apart
For refusing all

back know what I’m talking bout
Stand tall through the bullshit i know some niggas crouch 
Came out it with a smile i know some niggas pout
Heard he died

all your crowbars and kindnesses

I think you're gonna have to take my word for it
Inside my head there are gardens of Babylon
Cities unfazed by

that I'd get it
Crushing weed on the table
While I sip on this twisted
Tea
I've been getting fucked up
Since the boy was 16
Looking at you
Ever since

Peter Crouch,
All of these bars that I make on a regular over they head so they musta… (phew!)
Over they head so they musta ducked it,
Ain't no colour go

on the road man its all the same
Insecure bodies looking for someone to blame
I 'ain't even 'tryna' reach I'm just spitting things anyone's a target 
All you

crouch and shoot from out of bounds 
I moved from out mountains to mile high towns closer to clouds 
It's sh sh when I come around my ghost all that your

your bday (Hop out, brr)
All my niggas stand up on
Business like a briefcase (Shoot it)
You just see me shine now
Don't know what I been through
Can't

do a spit (yeah)
Ima dog ima hound (woof)
Ass so soft ima snack it
& watch it bounce back that’s a habit
All out in public ima grab it
All on the gram

Don’t bring me closer to you 
Cause I’m waiting by the minute 
Falling deeper in it I knew 
I’d deeply hate how I do 
Like it oh I love the
Flutters

The hot dogs and onions
Anaemic chips and vinegar
Knot up my lungs
I'm doing it all for her I tell myself
I'm doing this for her
I'm doing this for her
I'm

ABBA Undeleted

ABBA

Thank You for the Music [Box]

1995

sweet
And the memories filled with tears
And I fear my heart will break
Guess it all was my mistake
Autumn's chilling winds were blowing through

down you can't judge us all

Brush my teeth & turn my swag on like it's '06
Still no hoes up in my phone I almost don't miss
No more nike's build a brand

to crouch
I'm no gamer I'm the player (Fuck you)
Flip off all the haters
See ya later alligators
How could this be fake
With the moon and all its crater
I'm

attire
Inside the fire I burn bright than white saphire
My sights are higher the mic Messiah I inspire
When I make with the flow through all types of wire

and the rubies adorn clothe. The faces all look so familiar staring past the harlequins - who crouch beneath the pawns (they can feel the sinister smiles).

Afraid
I walked on eggshells too long
And now the best parts of me
Are inexplicably gone
Tiptoe
Through my life
Avoiding all of you
Not naive anymore

cngels fly by night
Fdljdfj
In this country it's always day
chsdhsd
Unphased by all stinking bean
cdsds
I know i can see
Way beyond my genes
How can hell

Stop the World

The Clash

Super Black Market Clash

1994

twenty square miles!
They took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing behind
Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
Now

dreams, we find our way
Through the rifts and seams, we seize the day
With a passion unbridled, we must carry on
Through the vagueness of it all, we remain