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tension, and more tension everlasting—
frustration rising and writhing from the centre of my spine at the солнечное сплетение the эмоциональный центр—
oh Sun

on our wings drew the enemy army
Our centre forces got a clear path to success

We enter some villages
We found lots of beehives

All honeycombs were eaten

We set sail in the dead of night
With fortune and glory in our sight
Tales we had heard of a chest of gold
With treasure within and riches untold

conscious of a certain death?
Are you prepared for a mental darkness?
Where do you think they are going?
Why are you sending there?

The centre of the facts!

Adverse effects upon the Earth
Rain will come down soon
Doom is booming from the centre of the womb

EMC
She wants the world Mother Nature
Earthquakes,

Live from the centre of the universe, the galaxy of the galaxies, the reality of the realities, its the reality show. And here he is now, our host

My concentration is the centre of the conversation
Adjusted for inflation it can heal any patient
And I assure you if you too had my patience
You

paper like some foreskin
This my planet you a tenant of J
Bright ass colors this Y.M.C.A
In the east of the city
Where I slide every day
In the centre

sector, get ya wetter than the leisure centre
Severing the heads of every one of my contenders
Shredding 'em like lettuce in blenders, dead n' dismembered

Souls swept away as dead leaves from the earth
Illusive Ascent an endless rebirth
Of tragic portents doomed to align
To live is to suffer
To live is

Dressing kids like Jacob Rees Mogg

DISMAY
DISMAY

Acid attack in Hackney
Knife-wielding granny
Kids with guns, letter bombs
To a call centre in Karachi

comment faire
Si faut vivre avec des regrets autant dead
On a ça dans la peau donc j’fais comme il faut
Les signes et les messages restent codifiés
J’me

Dressing kids like Jacob Rees Mogg
DISMAY
DISMAY
Acid attack in Hackney
Knife-wielding granny
Kids with guns, letter bombs
To a call centre in Karachi

these dead rappers nurture the vulture, we toast to more life
Bread getting more rife, legendary, all spice, seasoned
They ask how? It’s more about

it makes sense
Say less

From between 10 and 5 to that 7-5
Only 25 but 9 of bredrins died already
Singing medleys but we're dead inside
Serving

You're not as dead
As you're pretending to be

Angel hair thin
Slivers of enamel

Insides of the cat
Sticking to the gravel

Let's embrace

with no limits for my shordy
Fenceless
You know I’m 10 down I am no pretender
Got too many that I love but you in the centre
Even when I know you’re

studio j'espère qu'on a dead ça
Jamais dans les clashs genre Cola Pepsi
Comme le roi je viens charger ma deb-za
J'vais tous les retourner façon James

no chance dead weight is a no no
Swear them man stay bugging like a cold sore
Shawty try say I gone missing coz the music comes first she after
I know

outlets valuable I think
Just need to use an in between friends and family before sending out
Official invites to ghost town centre ground
And check on how

where it's at
Where are you now
With cold blooded porcupines huddling in fear
Breaking and bandaging each other's bodies
At the edge of a centre that was

Heat starved while he's watching the tar boil 
Charred oil cooking the room 
All red, as if you took a look in the womb 
But it's all dead 
The birth

What's a man anyhow
If not petrified and overwhelmed?
Overworked and telling lies to himself
Dead inside

If you stand still, you're missing out
But

phone her cause last night you thought her phone dead
She going tell you while hungover we'll talk later it's still morning
You'll tell her your sorry