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All of your dudes confused trying to figure out who's the head honcho
I bet the head honcho is some dick head in a poncho
trust me when i say I'm

for the free
So you could see the moves
That Donald Dunn, you duckin' me
I'll check you in the room
Got a shady loom
They fuckin' love me like they hate

It's from a distance niggas struggle telling who is who
Solving shit just like a rubiks cube
Only few come close to figure life out the rest is coming

of
Instructions to listen to
In this instance a bit of you
Will consume in a magnitude
Aptitude set at a level
Even hell looms ahead of you
Set a precedent, evident

the race
Men came through the door and pulled old Jim out of his chair
And made him walk down to the Irish stable
And the eight-figure horse who slept

So near yet so far
That’s how your shadow looms
Wrapping me so tight
And I’m drawn in to it

So warm yet so cold
Like being caught in winter
Keeping

disappear right off the roof
Shoot
Shoot
Tell that boy to fucking shoot
I ain't a soldier
But I've been surviving
Longer than people can figure out timing

the sense of hatred, you can walk away
And lie back and look at the stars as they shine.
And try to figure out what it means to hop a spoon on a loom.
It's

to Chicago is where I pray
Shoutout them killers, hitters and dealers
Slide back then I'm gone get up wit ya'
Young nigga trying reach 6 figures
Hoping each

When the sun sets down
And night looms over my head
I embrace the darkness
Blank like a stone silhouette
I will watch grey figures
Blindly walking

the record
Sampling the mood

I want you to fall into the groove of the vinyl
Dig way down into it, where the cracks and thistle loom above you like giants

We

had a father figure so she calls me Uncle Phil
She a fucking bomb, so I push her like I'm Kim Jong Un
I be making bands and I ain't talking Loom
Name's

Welcomed with an empty howl
The echos lay dreary and hidden
Held out overnight
No one to listen

Creeping, heavy loom
Swallows all within its shadow
Blooming

but you ain’t no goon
These niggas is Sweet like fruit of the loom
I swear I’m outside I’m making a play these niggas ain’t making no moves
Gutta really

How do you feel

When the wolves creep into your heart

And they feast on your virtue

For the first time


Can you figure it out

With the sharks

shine your light upon my face

Footsteps fade into the rainy night
While blood still trickles to the ground
A figure dressed in smoke and shadows
Walks

the wreck


Where the Abbey looms from overhead

Where the waves crash in beneath

Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?

Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?

long that takes

I got a job and opened an Roth IRA
To keep my money from going astray 
But a heavy load looms over my soul
Cause this college debt

Torn paper legend, wax figure dream
The wind walks in the grass and
As it passes, paper heals

Larger than life, we loom as
Shadows on our walls
Too

Is there no end
To the power torment, 'cause I can't
Figure the ways to heal my
Super horrid morbid intent
I cannot tell
Why I'm always appalling

they brewing, cause ya foundation is proven
Like the Mayans, they want me Tulum (to loom) in my ruins 
Ignorance was bliss, now it's just weaponized

of dominion

Thoughts are pennies and they're many if there's any
That send me because they're very odd
I figure Zion consider that we're demigods
That's our

monsoon
Goons loom like creatures from lagoons

Stick ups for fast bucks
Knife tucks rips guts
Everyone's down on luck
Shots ring your life scene's cut

the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon rising up from the valleys
Shows the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures