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Bru you flying too close
Deadly doses in only a few quotes
Penmanship only a few boast
I've been it since Chef rocked the goose Lo
Now you know
Hip

Lo! 't is a gala night
   Within the lonesome latter years!   
cn angel throng, bewinged, bedight
   In veils, and drowned in tears,   
Sit in

with my bread and met your maker
We stay hungry, fuck food we always in the mood for paper
Music making sure most of my movements are major
It's evident

Lord I think I need my soul replenished
Cause I been sinning I just wanna ask for your forgiveness
Niggas snakes and im just watching how they slither
I

too
Bitches keep on asking for a part 2, make her eat up the dick like it's soul food
Think I'm all in my feelings I'm showing blues, Ay it ain't any

I was only 6
Mama moved me out the islands
I was only 7 and alone
I was silent
When I turned 8
I do wonders with my writing
By the age of 9
You could

tall but steady lay low
Can't fake the funk like Jay-Lo
In the morning eating pancakes with the maple
Dealing with the bullshit later
Italian food is

Y sali con el bate a lo profundo
Y no, no, no, no, no

It's too much of us
It ain't enough of y'all
Y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all better duck

Lo! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng bewinged bedight
In veils and drowned in tears
Sit in a theatre to see

and you'll think I'm on the Soul Train
Met a Chinese woman and we took it down to her place
Now I'm eating Chinese food and I ain't talking Lo Mein
No pain

Abstract Thoughts

Odes Of Ecstasy

Deceitful Melody

[by Edgar Allen Poe]

Lo! 'tis agala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit

the desirable food
For this power
Eternally hungry
cnd interminably lusty
The abortion
Of the unseeing sun

It dreams of Black Metal
Which devours human souls

be the storm. I am, my kind is not known to take another form. The children of the corn, the maze, the maiz. Llamame dios! Lo tengo en la raiz como

Lo! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears
Sit in a theatre, to see