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River, blue sky, no longer grace your gaze?
Harvested by sickles, meaningless phase.
The freedom remains somewhere on Earth,
This land, my own,
Bring the evil to me
Let them try their best
Soon all of you can see
There's no eternal rest
Through the land I'm wandering
Seeing destruction,
of fire
Fighting for life a useless cause
Barren land and shallow men
Now your future becomes your past
The wait for dying has come at last
Fuck the new
Looking around after the darkest of nights
Black and red have swallowed the sun
Shaded by darkness
The ones who have endured the torment
Have begun
Angels carry you to land
Past what you see, what you know
And where you're living
Stay your, stay your course, young man
There's light at the end
ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
tortured and slaughtered
March to your lands of damnation!
Centuries of expansion
Have come to your end
Empire of degradation
Is crushing by our hands
Too
AT ALL
In the streets nigga heart pray he go by the code
Can't get Fubu no discount
I just rock some bo"s
I piped her up
Paid for her appointment
For Dr.
sippin' on this red wine (red wine)
Wondering when I'll die
I ain't playin' fair, no, I ain't playin' fair
But if you go to hell, baby, I'ma be there (be
lonely souls, one red moped
They followed him, no hesitation
On this unplanned exploration of Cozumel, Mexico
Little shack by the seaside, with a view
I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests
As shadows shift from gray to red I notice there's no floor
Transparent air suspends my weight
is feared and the land's devoured
No beauty in death like a desert flower
The people will never ever come together
Until they share the shelter under
a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
red lines
The legacy effects of the past electorate
Have gone on too long: time to correct it
Which tea which harbor
(Which tea which harbor)
Which tea
Out along the road to no return
Silence rules the day and knows no friend
The troubled past and all her tribe adjourn
To watch your dreams unravel
inquisition,
Is a plague upon our land,
As false as the confessions they force
From shattered hands.
Abused my broken body is cleansed
By righteous flame,
This is the night that caught you by surprise
The fear and the flash of the life before your eyes
No tears for the past and the fight and the drive
the merry dance no more
Trampled the evening river-buds by Nile's embroidered shore,
That day the gonfalons were down, the silver lamps untrimmed,
Sad
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do,
reached to your shore
In the dark night
Lights out of sight
Our boats pushed by the waves
As we reached land
Touching red sand
And now we all want to say
pitch-black spires spread across this cursed land.
An all-enveloping fog now surrounds this rotten earth.
Past stray debris and ash-like spores, he's out there
hide from it anymore
Facing the ghosts of the past
Crawling on the ground like the vile worm you are
Keep on marching towrds your end
March untill your
(Sage Francis)
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
I happen to pull fast ones
This waist land
Eats your soul
In one bite now, let’s go
There’s no easy retreat
Riding through these dunes
The sky is painted red
I let my sword tear
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