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calling blood diamonds ice/ sellin plastic for rice/ label says made in china/ take away all our rights/ try not to feel trapped by the black/ God bless

Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that

The future is now, regression of time
Primordial man rise again from the slime
A fusion of organs and new parasitic breed
Free of morals, no act too

Shawty by my side, yeah[00:06.00]Smokin' on the za, yeah[00:08.03]Blow it out like cold air[00:10.00]Too much drip there's mold, yeah[00:11.98]Call

smoke by the pound aye, shorty in love with the sound, aye
I stay drinking that brown
Reminisce how I came from the ground
Whatever I'm doing they follow

to hit niggas through bluetooth
I'm an 80's baby that's cut from a cloth that's now extinct
It died three times in 96 on September 13th

Now I'm the only

needed by my side everyones left behind 
Under my post tail lies eyes peeping and making sure any sneak attack is denied 
Ill have you shitting in cans

the keys 
White rhino ima different breed
Casamigiis sippin in designer drippin 
Bitch im onn one pole keep a clip in
Foreign car im whippin
Got onn my Prada

A working man's pants held by an old shoelace
Smokestacks smokin' and engines ran
In a dive bar on second, my story began
I walked in the place, Papa's

bones are the mixed mortar in my empire of demon tricks
I am trying to build life
Ha ha ha ha ha ha I just invoke death
Life
Death
Life
Death
No you fool

that we smokin' is strong Like a dog, baby, chew on this bone

I'ma nut by the end of this song After I'm done, I'm sorry, lil' baby, no number
No, there

somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo 
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its

Pay attention.
The lessons in session.
If you didn't know by now it's time to get some direction.
Again and again I'ma let em know the way that I

We Living In The Matrix 
How Can I Tell Who Would Love and Who Will Stab Me 
I Just Wanna Move Momma To c New cpartment 
How Can I Make Y'all Stream

Like an anorexic skin and bones your made in
Getting prepped for the change with the modifications
Then Freemasons don't want you creating
They stole

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

bits 
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion 
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then

The Obsidian Crown Unbound

Bal-Sagoth

The Chthonic Chronicles

2006

and saltpetre. Scaling ladders raised and repulsed in turn, storms of razor tipped shafts exchanged by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon

Malibu and pineapple in frosted glasses held by girls with short skirts and scratched legs in suburban pubs, tropical drinks to keep the English winter

Waking in a roadside park in Ohio in December
The winter weather chills you to the bone
Or that time our engine blew in the desert, I remember

to Colorado
Meet some girl who knows the breeds of rocks
Play the spoons in a street music ensemble with her and her old man and her twin flame and a fella name

no, Apache, war paint on, actin Tonto
In the warzone, no mans land in the foxhole
Surrounded by the snipers, and the sheep straight Stockholm'd
You

water
Doubt spark in South Park, it's worse after dark
Went to jail for tryin to breed a pitbull with a dead shark
A fingernail file takes care of your

game
Never talked spanish I don't even have an accent
Drain half-breed from the LBC
Help me get tío on the tracklist
Fuck the easy way in I'm payin' my

Hit Me Where It Hurts

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

a baller baller, by the toe
To suck his dick to his balls, and get his dough
My heart made of stone, thanks to you baby
So now I just bone and make the hoes