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and how crazy I might get
When my song is being handled by Bruce Bang
Taking the final track into a different piece of craft
I know in the back of my mind I

on the rise, Rhyme and Reason the call

Vision of a hawk, Vissionary Hordebreaker
Slaying orcs like a King in the North, en Hård Saga
de faker, claimer de har

grand
Touched by the Master's hand
Spread all the love you can
Oo ain't love grand

It's the words that a poet will choose
The colors an artist will use

Blurry glance of my eyes
Is burning out on fire
There is no praise for kings in this wisdom time

Wind takes all the dirt
Cleaning the land after blast

the last of the dragonriders, from the snowmounds of Jotunheim
By the will of the great decider, my bow is my claim to fame
Here are legends in the making,

I Promise Never to Get Paint on My Glasses Again, Pt. 1

cLOUDDEAD

cLOUDDEAD

night (up all night), 
puts himself away. he... 
a wise man once said, "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." 
there is a me, in every kindergarten,

giving me no play, so hey I guess I gotta change

The range of my past is replaced by my acts
Pass that, I'm a lyrical acrobat
Somewhere in between, too

from across the ocean
Where weather rains the coldest
Trauma emboldens the poets to those that know them closest
But dreams are for kids is what they

has come
The day is done
Peaceful feeling
Think I'm healing
Let my cares go
One by one

Uh
Walk into the valley
Of the shadow of the doom
My name is SIREN and
You know that I'm here to consume
Self introduction
Known for murdering

Greedy little people in a
Sea of distress
Keep your more to
Receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say
Hell yes
I'm

Oh-Donna

Cappadonna

The Pillage

1998

that half the King Killer Beez
Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
And my

the source if it all, I'm an x
A poet vet, 48 laws, a new catch

Out and dining right, redefining my life
Slice of angels food cake, I was saved by Christ

Yea
The King's Poet
23 roses

Imagine being 23
Without a clue
Of what to do
With your life
But you probably felt that right
With the world in your

crap it's malfunctioning as if the caf is summoning
Running by I’m hurrying
All the people wondering
Where the hell I’m going
Burst through the doors

Twelve Jewelz

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

they call me the Rzarector
I'm about to resurrect the mental dead, by diggin' up they graves
Bringin' 'em back to the surface

Niggas is caught up in

Pre-Historic I've been around and noticed
The Big Bang the blast I quite composed it
I've been described through wrath by many poets
The Stoics they

The Rhythm

Kwamé

Old Skool Hip Hop: Greatest

2009

Although my name ain't Martin Luther
But I'm considered the king
Yo, my beats pumped by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier
My brain is the amp
I

was on me.
 Cause it me watching, while my daughters were be damaged.
 Damn.
 Crazy how, they future is affected by how l live my life rn. 

 Poetic

will come for His church. Your life is priceless, a treasure, it belongs to the King. Purchased by His blood a precious gift so we can be free. Defeated

album is a blessing owe it all to LoveSeat
A wise man once said
For you I wear these thorns
Plated with a crown of thorns
Betrayed by ones who swore ohh

What we have and what we do are two different things
This is your choice, I ain't saying nothing, you got to pay
This is your fault, you made a poor

on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute

drop that bill
Take two shots to get outta my feels 
Think you forgot I'm the king of the hill
Just being honest I ain't got no chill
Question me that is