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closed curtains
Hustling until my last moment
The goal is all I see, I ain't focused on my opponent
If it aint about the bread then postpone it we gon'

twice fuck a corona.
Back in 06 woke up from a coma
If god wanted me dead I would have died that summer
Now I see opps they turn into runners
Look cuzo

that I ain’t call another soul to finish my business
Let alone to put they-self in it (I Swear)
Got a call to my phone and it’s private, who is it?
It’s

heartbroken 

Sometimes I wonder if there is a God who cares 
Am I home in this world or a stranger here  
 
Nothing goes the way I plan it
Maybe someday I'll

The Pugilist

A Faith Called Chaos

Forgive Nothing

me
Living life in shades of fluorescent pink
Your pills, your pens your bottles of ink
Your azure was green by 6:30
God bless the black and blue

I declare war to
All False Gods in this world
Otherwise, all divinity
Are but poetic analogy
The new ones are
Already dead
You can kill me but
You’ll

Portraits by Rembrandt
I do love them so
And sculptures in marble
A claret from the Bordeaux

'Course I hate French
'Cept the French who can make

Bleeding dead
Grant mercy before the end
Spare me the suffering
Turn me into a deadite
Hook my mortal flesh
Grant me a seat by your side
Grant me retribution

take blame for my piece 

So I stopped sending prayers to a god above
But I did bare my soul to the angel of love 
I walk beside her, if I’m lucky she’ll

my time is runnin yea,
Tell me now when the daylight coming 
I need to move now, I need to move now 

Hustle up and get it n*gga this is my time 
See

and you got sick and I got scared
I'd have had something to say if I had only been prepared
And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room

before the second date
In my good suit
Grey Goose
Come thru
Pour a drink mam
You know you that chic if you walk in on my damn hand
I'm great Sam Scott with

with the habits, fact is, I
was really a catfish, never saw who I really was but I would one
day know
One day though
Cause of the love of the Father this

Ain't no point in stopping
Niggas still getting it
Got my circle round me
Niggas feeling infinite
Who pay attention to lies
If I describe anything it

then they won't tell
And don't hit this phone
If you don't know better, better go get a
A bus ticket home
I'm in the snowy weather with a coat of leather

sick in my gut
This is our last day to have fun
We should purge until we're gone
Look outside in the deadly sky
I feel so bad for souls who've died
I

my mask on before I pull up to the driveway
Tell by your posture and your fake tone
You'd rather be alone I'm making music on my phone
I used to come

I gotta get it by any means
When I pull up
Please don't make a scene
Living my life
Gotta get the green
Tiger blood in me
Like Charlie sheen
She

a grip
But every trip ends in the dirt

So luck, won't you help a brother out
My mouths sewn shut and I swallowed the needle
Follow the ego to the end

message
Mess is left if a single breath get outta my chest bitch
Get it all in due time, spitting raw in these rhymes
Crimes, combined, rappers quitting

Crosstitution

Bathory

Jubileum, Vol. 3

1998

The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to the ground
A symbolic action of defiance
Brought palace of lies down

Refusal

Evolve

Pharoahe Monch

W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)

2011

Watchin' Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud

Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood
If God shall choose that artist to be me
Let one verse

know I'm buried with cash
My tomb is the train for the soul
My rap bars are solid gold
My real thoughts elusive, you can't hold
My real shapes are

a healin' in my mind
I need a healin' in my soul
I need a healin' in my body
I need a healin' I lost control
I need a healin' come and make me whole
I need