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it’s truly love
And the quantity thereof
In my analysis
Is determined by the goosebumps
Plus the speed of heart thumps
From the time that we first kissed
Came up round the ballers and savages
They got my spirit right for the passages
Practice til elite is the averages
Far away from all the analysis
Niggas
Statistics of analysis, unhuman , we're averages
Why tell normal, stop your attempt, can't coerce us
I won't be fed the Kool-Aid, the word is common, but I
Cut the ties, blue to black, I cannot fix the broken
No words left unspoken
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh
Between the razor-sharp analysis, between
the analysis
Almost failed out of calculus, But thank God for Greasy D, he saved my ass and tits
I spit fireballs inside your fire hose and let your mind explode
fuck you're all screwed up
Hey loser why don't you grow up
Sticks and stones they hurt
But your analysis is just absurd
I lost my childhood dreams
But
With some of analysis
About a guess and thinking
A head
Change for yourself
Without carrying about other
And be wise to your world
Close to demand more
this dude used to make the crowd move
'Cause after cross-examining it, thorough analysis
They're not an amateur
(Actually they're quite talented)
Speak!
Hold for an unprompted analysis, I had no idea
What a nuisance demonic possession is
From Paula, she gives me
Seven sisters in all their pain
cnd
Caught in a spider web
Tangled in threads
And I can’t find the end
To clear the knot
Root cause analysis
I follow the steps
Only circling the edges
wasn't analysis
You're trying to learn a sound, not a theory
So we came to it from a sound point of view
That's the great thing about the oral tradition
I breathe? You will choke How do I walk? You will fall Instinct to the extinct Paralysis by analysis Trapped in delusions ghosts are out to haunt you
analysis
Fuckin' tired of endlessly violence
Outdoors I think in the silence:
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
cut 'em off if you question my analysis
Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a trick
Knowin all my homies gon call when ready
To the P.I's and those
""Sudden traumatic death Surgical analysis Anatomy Inquiry process Delivered in a body bag Cryptic frigid vault Brandishing a toe tag Human
Bang!
Analysis of a pop culture cultist
Honey-sweet idolatry of the purist
Each godling rotting on a pedestal
Their children gone feral
And their
invincible after all
I'm not invincible, it's impossible
To stay alone forever
And in the final analysis
When it all comes down to it
I went right up
they see us Just as disease
They see a plague and disease
Analysis of synthesis knowledge we can not coexist
This is what they, what they call human
dare not show it
in the final analysis just a case of paralysis a cultural block
a new state of shock
look up the reference a map of repentance to hope
to my soul
Who was the author?
And who was the observer?
For at the last analysis our thoughts coalesced
Your are not alone
Your are not alone
A completely flawed analysis of future tech's tenacity
Caught the eye of the world
As their hopes and dreams took fire right before their eyes
Winds of change
a good whiff you can smell surrender
In a world that was built of impossible dreams
Well it's a strange twist of analysis
Got the shortsighted view
stylish scattin', rappin' world twists
But that's just for audio analysis, the dopest, you diagnose this
But still don't get too close this, may have
with one (leg on the bank)
It makes no sense to me these fences screening off you
No chance to pass your analysis, I'm dreamin' through you
And time
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