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Satan Claws

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Christmas is all fiction made up by some dumb

a banger
Leave it at the door down by the coat hanger
Do me a favor, shut up and listen
Relish in the music as we locate our mission
Found Scorpius to align

feared by these damn pricks
You think a damn bill will fix someone's death your logic must be chronic
Out of pocket no empathy, like you're a piece

To Have It+
Shit get tragic, niggas get savage
Fathered all my children
Blood keeps spilling
Of men, women, and children
And innocent civilians
Four albums

Entaprizin'

Big Daddy Kane

Veteranz Day

1998

Sense
Houston and Atlanta we love you
Peace to the West Coast they really set the Doggs loose
We always say the future's in today's children
If so,

these unworthy children in here
Talking shit about me, yeah I really wanna fight a man
Treat me like Peter Parker, well lemme bring in Spider-Man
Swing

lived some shit I know I'm never gon forget
I might tell it to my children when they really with the shits
I ain't known for what I get I'm known for

This is it
For real this time
This is one more final
For the final time

This is it for big Veegz
I got stung by some bees
And I'm deathly allergic

Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd

day comes I go with my respect
Live and cherish the moments
I die without regrets
I'll leave a legacy carried by family and friends
And if there isn’t

when the family feuds
Can we choose to put aside all the zany news
I got a plan to sell a couple of albums and buy a house by the ocean
If you're a day

suspicions
Don't tell me
What is this
The anthem of a villain

Don't tell me
What is this
I think I have suspicions

They told me my last album just seemed

dandy
Now picture wisdom this intense inside of ghetto fences
That judge the language and the wisdom that was taught by pennies
That came from mothers

on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good

a passion passion
Just focused on my ration
Plus dreaming of my album going platinum
When im out here mashing thrashing
No time for relaxing
Go hard just

malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his

Huh, you know I was raised by KRS and LL Cool J
Rakim, Public Enemy and Big Daddy Kane
But you know what?
I'm here now and I'm helping raise your own

case
The last girl I gave my heart to
I won’t say her name
This albums dedicated to the lovers
Cuz when the world is on fire
They carry all of our

never got along
And I love it when your plans go wrong
Nobody deserves to be alone on Christmas
But you deserve to babysit sugar-crashing children

Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle

never got along
And I love it when your plans go wrong
Nobody deserves to be alone on Christmas
But you deserve to babysit sugar-crashing children

on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good

be addicted to sex (yeah)
And he claimin' album of the year (ha)
And his album be soundin' like me (okay)
All my children be soundin' like me (huh)

children in a haunted submarine-hospital driven by an ethereal moanin' friendly jellyfish secretly carrying evil intentions”

“The state of flowing, in