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Still bump like poison oak from the early morning it ain't a joke
Our neighbors hate us but they just jealous because the life we live is dope
Provoked by

justify the means
Thrasymachus said yeah
But tell that to someone dying
For some else's idea
And that's the fate of Socrates
Convicted for corrupting little

Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives

she stayed with me
Why'd my friends leave my side
Why won't they stand by me
Sometimes I wish fate was left
Up to me
But one day I'll see
That everyone

to fall, to be lured by the lie
And drag us in its  sky 
To enslave us into oblivion.
Behold cosmic shape shifter struggling as the seed of chaos,
Destroying

the use of fire 
Provided by the supplier of the kindling and flint
I would be called a liar if said I don't buy it 
But I am deeply enthralled by the idea

Fell in love when I was a kid
To an idea, I could start something
On the stage when the stairs went blank
Stepping forward and never looked back

Maybe it was a bad idea to go out
Grab my things, and I promise to call you when I leave my house
Last night I checked my bank account but it didn't

never tired
Location undisclosed only one man can find me
Lifestyle exclusive can't have em on my body
I just drink water and mind my business
In the gym

I knew
All the pain I'm causing me and you
Tell me why do I care for you, the way I do
She hate my lifestyle
She hate the idea of me jumping on stages

As I'm loading up my shotgun
Getting hot at the idea they'll be gone
In an hour or two when I dig them down into their early grave
Wishing they never set

ways to flaunt it
For his friends
Tryna fit them lifestyles that don't end
Gimme that deposit poppa, for the benz
Tryna make them pockets pop in that

The day had started hot and dry
By noon the sun had burned a hole in the sky
Gaining ever more disciples not cool with the Pharisees
So He left Judea

You want everything you see on TV
Lifestyles of the rich and famous, I make beats, don't be a stranger

The bass hits hard when I'm feelin' dangerous,

Loose Leaves

Bright Eyes

There Is No Beginning to the Story

2002

by
We'll take the afternoon off
We can kiss and undress
Or if you want, just talk
Because I have got nothing real
Just empty space to fill

willing
I admit, my thinking is wishful
Like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling
How far do we have to stretch the truth
To fit the lifestyles

in the back
So open up the track ‘cause your face is a mask
And the shape it will take is defined by how you act
Make it fast, because a thought

There's numbers above were your name is
Digit
Spark a thought where your brain is dig it
Who's idea is the faintest
Quit the crying raid the tombs expose

The city street winds carry your name out to me
Letter by letter
Breath by breath
Chill by haunting chill
There is solace in your eyes
Sweet poison

hurts inside
I'm trying not to fear the idea of love
But healing comes
In the shape of how we're loved
And healing comes
By way of how we let ourselves

Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish

I need a shoulder to cry on
When nobody's around
A shoulder cry on
Been doing  by myself
Myself
Fill my head up with ideas
A new tattoo but I'm too

Side by side for me

The sweet scent of poison
hazing the dread away
This side of the moon I'll confess to... another day

Babylon is burning,

Sinister Deity

Destiny's End

Breathe Deep the Dark

1998

Super god or so he claims
Making is living off of you
Addiction from the goods you receive
He knows what his poison can do
Lifestyle means