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Over there, just beneath the moon,
There's a man with a burden to keep,
Now sleep will fall, washouts, rags and paperbags
Homes and lives passing by

Taken over all at once
By this shining masquerade
My mind is lost, my voice is gone
Another replacing mine
A deeper one
No one knows the hell i live
Down

traffic on heavenly staircases
Mother Nature's granddaughter, synchronized to moon-phases
Watch me following her black footprints up the magical ladder

the beat
Not the drama

clways wanting more followers
By showing more skin
c slave to desire
Down, down, down
With the drama
Down, down, down

Down, down,

to say i can't wait to say
Bitch I made it yeahh

I'm living every rappers dream
Motivated by my team
Now lets take it back a bit
2006, that was the scene

Week in June I was born
I took form to take the whole world by storm
Ask the weather man why it got so warm
Armageddon has been in effect
You've been

going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?

Lied to by my homie bitch, dog
What's goin' on?
Fuck the world and let 'em die slow
I'm blowin'

lives I already used five,
I been living too fast, lemme cruise by,
New dudes with their new moves do try, 
But I always think about you when I’m too high

break, that’s on folks 
That’s on folks, till I die 
I can’t lie, I can’t lie 
I feel time just pass by, 
I get high, I get high, 
To the moon, in the skys

to pay the fee 

I’m Sitting by the ocean talking life and what it means 

This is not a drill I’m sounding the alarm 

I need my Potta gold but I ain’t

Passing by the history
I wasn't made to live on
Passing every planet
Knowing that it could've
Been the one
Undergoing many changes
I didn't

Forget about the tiny earth
All the fakers I won't miss em'
I stopped by the man on the moon
And I asked him how he was
He said he's doing fine
Then he

smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon walker

With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker

I never had shit, I always had it all

We

I used to stare at the moon, 
I was thinking Man I need me a girl Like Diddy and Loon,
Nice and slow how we cruise these west bits, 
You're my

way mi come from anno happy endings
Loyalty rare inna man
It's a dying breed
Wah concur the land but sometimes scared fi dweet
When me reach to the top

Give it all you got!
Imma break off your rough edges
You and me, to live or to die!
Yo let us do it man!

Those fucked up words that came out from

need me a lot more than a little

Me and Priddy from the East
Ain't nobody closer to the streets
Man I know these niggas hit their peeks
Why they always

naked bloody bowling drunk
Man you know what's up that authentic shit
Less Bling Bling bro and more penmanship
And I'll send this shit to the moon

Brought by death to the edge of the abyss
Fiercely thrown down into a void so cold
Darkness as you knew it its nothing compared to this
Going over

a ghost, remain in my physical form
Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm
You never catch me talking shit
On a message forum
But if your man got words

a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough rhymer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who

Hoo

Over there just beneath the moon
There's a man with a burden to keep
Now sleep will fall washouts rags and paper bags
Homes and lives passing by

In a valley far away
lived the unforgotten son
teaching the people about the vintage education
sure they didn't had any clue
as the full moon rises

Possession

Three Sixes

Three Sixes

echoes through the tombs
I sodomize the fresh abortion by the dark glow of the moon
Its mother desecrates her cunt with a broken bottle from the floor