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my shit. We're gonna hit everything. We don't kill you
We stay by myself. I don't know I keep the bitch. I cuz she won't give it talk put any work

nobody blame him
His scorn I approve

Let nobody blame him
Let nobody blame him
I say

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green

Blatantly torn, relating to traces of scorn
The phase of a maze, if you faced you might say
You met a face with horns, I need some help
Here and then, I come

remain injured
If you ignore the ones who hurt you
Stand up and take your revenge on them
And your spirit will drop its chains forever...'  

I, I know you

In 1863 it was the Great Emancipate
But freedom was restricted by the wickedness of hate
By 19 double 0 they called it separate but equal
Then sliced

The long distance never minds if you stand by my side

I WILL SPILL MY BLOOD
I COULD CONQUER THE POLE
MY YOUTH MEANS PRIDE AND SCORN
I SIMPLY BELONG TO YOU

The kid never had a chance
Check his train tracks to 
Decipher a hiker's path 
At first glance, they scorn 
Like a magnifying glass 
With no

at night

In every dwindling spire 
There's an interior fight 

The doors are barred and hell is inside
As I attempt to hide 
I'm encased
As if evil had ever

confidence 
A facade, a ruse they play, it's all a game 
Like everyone else, whats original if you act the same? 
It's stupid to catch side looks from

On the loose, deuce 4 7 produce
Stayin profuse vapin the spruce
On that high life dope boost
Keep movin if you a douche
Or get checked by the swoosh
Did that even

with some chimps
Smoke by the 8th then a quad till a zip
Be in the paint man you know I don't miss
Got me some rank and I found me some bliss
I'm killing

Wondered if I'd still be lost after i reset
I took a vow of silence and took the test
Applaud myself for never being stuck behind a prison fence
These

a civil war
An avalanche of hatred
Full of lies and scorn

Ain't nothin' right
When all the right has gone wrong
A far cry from freedom
Already half long

To make this jive

But if you're just gonna hover
Like some drone who's undercover
There's no need for me to keep you by my side
I don't need an idle bee

the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind
May scorn such poverty
So no dead men's cries
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones

breakfast
With coffee that was tasteless
Perhaps if i could shake this
Then i might not be faithless

We've broken the sky and filled it up
With answers that

the air horn
This place is looking like scorn
But I anit about to mourn these niggas
Working till my bank account 8 Figures
Starting to gain some hope when

Then them niggas start coughing
Age 23 I still act like im bossin
No capping just Raps
I put boys inna coffin
My shit surely slaps
If you lissenin often

you from those weak ass refugees if you guys are no different?
Sacrifice more troops for an unguaranteed result is a stupid decision
Call me merciless,

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

roaring
You could catch em during your safari
Man them same bitches used to scorn me
They say fuck 6 so much I think they horny
When I started out all

You've done it, in one hit, reached the summit
But does the game that we're playing finish if you've won it?
Carrying the hopes, the dreams,

would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone

speak and you Be
All in my subconcous Constantly
My body wants constancy
Bonding we are till i fall in love Fondly
Bellowed by the past, and the Smile you