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I use my studio like nuclear weapons
This is my arena, kill anyone that steps in
Smash ya clavicle fa the nonsense ya stressin

I’m an avalanche

forget that this is chess
And not checkers so plot your way (uh, in the streets motherfucker)

I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Takin' my mama

is lil bro hits I do not know it's a mystery
If I took lil shawty down them ways then we got history
He go by Earl Thomas he don't do shit he just

Solo Dahl

In a place far away from here,
in another world  another sphere,
a new day is waiting to be born
A single roar of rage is torn

By

percenter laws instilled father did his part really
Ball is in my palm spinning
Watch it till I'm nauseous
Guided from the inside so my
Pride is just my

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DJ Ferret

DJ Ferret's Underground Club Mix, No. 2

Born of a fallen rib 
From the monkey's womb 
Overcooked by cathode rays 
Evolved to consume 

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Eating from the butcher's

'bout a band
For one of my tools
You think I won't up with that fire?
I ain't wanna do this shit but fuck it
Watch how I swallow my pride
I just came back

Thought we hit him with a ray gun
They ain't seen my floaties when they
Threw me and I came up
Closet full of Comme des and
I ain't never played once
His

and ride turn the tide
You're the ray you're the sun feels so nice
Days like that are hard to come by
So come provide me with the high

Private show yeah

You're my green oasis 
in this jungle of stone.
You're a ray of sunshine 
on my way home.

No I never was the 
one to let it slip away.
No I never

The path will be lit by the rays of the stars
To reach out the secrets the Nephilim's holding
Back
Challenge the force of the wind
Destroy the curse, turn

the flower bloom, sweet bliss (bliss)
A sharpie stained smile brings (that's my girl)
Dreamin in Crayola colors for miles and miles
This love might take

Heads in boxes, just a matter of time
Fullsize-Plastic-Butter-Skin passing by
Painted masses, a pink ray unveils what is wrong
A prison ship

the safest route besides car 85

They put this nigga Ray behind bars for eighty-five
I feel for that man, yeah, that shit must stink
That's a reality check

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah

If you got played before
The sun is shining rays
Of more concerning issues
Run around the maze,

don't know people
Snaked by my homie, that shit turned me evil
Gun down, my dog like to murder people
I'm in South Carolina, in Myrtle Beach
I wish I

apparent, could give a fuck if you don't like it
Must be phased by it, why your ass lookin'?
Mane look, I know I'm scorchin' in this motherfucker, settin'

At the edge of this grey world
Holding you tight
Searching for a glimpse of hope that we can still believe in

Pounded by the black rain, while the world is

this mess
A comedown
But the land is nowhere to be found

I'm still holding onto my dear life
And I am never letting it go
I'm still hoping to be saved

May god have mercy on us all
The sun's rays wane

Seeking salvation in desperation
Rend flesh from bone
There is no murder I shy away from
Defend

their eyes
Away from the daylight rays I hide

Show me the way
Into your temple
Lend me your wings
At least for this clear night

Take my soul I'm begging

I stretch more than 30 blocks, washin machine ta dirty socks
cwaken by sirens from law cars and early shots
Stars and moons play at night, I'm live

So don't blink be what was there is now gone
Black suit with the black Ray-Bans on
Walk in shadow, move in silence
Guard against extra-terrestrial

You walk on the grounds of eternity
Your path is gnarled by roots of trees
Distance yourself from the world of man
Only then can your mind understand