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tan you
Can call it the pony
It's only the soft it twists
Like a wrestler on me it hardens
It cools I prove I'm a juggler whoadie
Glock popped got it

run wild, run wild

The valley of dreams is but a foreign land to the modern man
We ran through the trees
Chanting a mating call to the pagan gods

Who? Me, listen..
This time when we splash, trust we're gonna splash.
They're gonna come up runnin' and pun us with their mash.
Men are gonna stand

to my enemy
And conquered by my memory so mother fucker
Sit and act like there is ten of me
Shut your mouth and pour a mother
Fucking shot of Hennessy

of
Always dyin' for it
Remember a bullet can never stop me
My legions are led by
The spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra
I will

nickin’ sweets
Kicked up the arse... by my daddy
I miss my wife so
Left me with my dizzy spells
Modern day geriatric hell
See the nurse ask
How to handle

record of your current partner 
Jealousy and delusion work together to create a masterpiece of modern paranoia
And one up reality every single time
How

I get so tired
of the world passing us by
makes me want to jump out of my skin
what are we doing in this race we call human
if we're too afraid

The other shit other shit was iller

Word, word yo, that shit is dope right there

A modern day marvel, but terrible better
Horrible when he grab the mic from

Atari 26, I guess it disappeared
Now if you look on eBay
You buy it for a grand
If you want the box, please
Put up your hands
Realities of modern life are

his cup of coffee
Aw, now he is feeling nauseous
Buzzin' me to walk in
Takin’ all the doctor calls
Ask her to prescribe
A bunch of shit that he can

two-seat six-inch heels by Gucci
When a player land, ma, scoop me
No luggage, I shopped in
California sun on my skin
As the rocks blind traffic that I'm in

What If?

Fredrika Stahl

Sweep Me Away

name
That I find your nose crooked and your joke lame
What if I told you that I was in it for the money
That I just can't stand it when you call me

a trophy we can all hoist
You tryna flip a 9 to 5, somebody call Royce
I'm more poised
Than I'll ever be, this what was said to me
Why would you want a piece

Reality

Lucky 7

Miss Fortune

1999

A bottle of pills found by her bed
No one cares that's all she ever said
She said to me reality
I knew a girl that had to quit high school
And get a job

people
From 1950 until 1983 one of the largest mass removals in modern history took place

No cash no cash
No cash no cash
Swipe no cash swipe no cash

throw the fuckin' towel in and call this shit quits
It's obvious, it's in your face, how the fuck you not convinced?
Only so much empathy in me, I'm out

The love in those eyes I see
The trusting nature they call naïveté
A peace with all to me so unattainable

So far advanced to the world that

My vocabularys various so exculsionary
You'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionarys
Next to mighty mercenaries and visual visionarys
And sexy

The Truck Got Stuck

Corb Lund

Hair in My Eyes Like a Highland Steer

and tires would spin

We?d sink right down, down to the diff, and we?d all take turns and do it again

Till no one could move, we?d call one more friend,

Painful Jokes

Channel Zero

Channel Zero

1995

has a lot of truth behind
That's what I call a cool form of expression
It's never too late to learn a lesson
By self mockery is how they criticize

Red Clouds

Disarmonia Mundi

Fragments of D-Generation

the living
And wait what has to be

Come with me into the highest sky
You're the demon
Who can believe in everything
Call inside you last forces