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ill crush to grains of dust you are devoid of a conscience and you must realize the pain that you have wrought will haunt you til the day you die your
Heat of the night, in silent skies
I watched the rain fall in the streetlight
I'm hypnotized by your sweet smile
Clear as a picture in my
You'll get what you expected from your 18-dollar home:
The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone
There was a year when days and hours
of his created fools
All truths will be revealed
Mortality is sealed
In god's name it's believed that we should thank him
When on this blackened day by
after eating the
Roaches out of a thousand ashtrays
I wanna commit suicide
Maybe cuz I smoke too much dust
And drink bottles from aldehyde
Let's start
In a world of black and white
His colours blazed
A heart that burned like a thousand fires
With the passion to create
Every day a new challenge was
to the
Ground and beaten by the vicar's wife
And no-one stops to help they're far too
Busy trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
the old cellar's inside
Born in the days of medieval
My inner voice
Is always asking why
I came from nowhere
Without a task, without a name
Don't fear my
drop bomb
He been killing rappers on the internet dot com
Now happy days gon
All these rappers getting sulfurs like they kiss craze source
Me I’m
SLAVEDRIVER
Suppressed by hate and subdivision
Tangled up in chains you judged
me by the color of my skin
And in your power pose position
You
""Staring blind into the abyss that is myself Left with knowledge Left with fear and despair Of what this existance turned out to be Days goes by yet
The expressionless undead
Walk with me side by side
Scarred from years of misery
Just like me, they're dead inside
Awaiting their eternal,
Infernal judgement day
Flesh
muhfucka like a joke of the town
What you laughin' for you in the
Same boat when it drown i'ma chill
I'ma have a little Coke with the Crown
Coke by the ounce
again? ('42)
Got a bitch that Prada Cloudbust, 42 and them
Your nigga cheap
I can tell by them shoes you in
(By them shoes) your nigga lame
I can tell
Wouldn't be recognized by their own mothers!
But they'll admit I exist
When I become vice-president!
That won't work
We've been through all of this before
the stages of a 1000 human lives
He had grace he had charm he had maps on his arm
He could talk you through a fork in the road
And he knew where to clam
with
to understand
A single day is worth a thousand years
To a travelin' man
I feel the changes
Changes coming on
As sure as the raven flies
And sings evil love songs
lookin' to the skies
And then remember how they look when you was by my side
And if you love me today, won't you love me in Spain
We a thousand miles
Rocket Boy-oy
A night of desire
was succeeded
by a morning
of its fulfillment.
A rocketing
rise of a star,
of the brightest star
of the
constellation
With cooling rain and warming sun
So long we lived here, disturbed by none
In freedom, peace and harmony
Like this it should forever be
The forest
mean
And laughter, and in the dancing flames of misty haze
He would die a thousand times to travel of the golden shrine
A Prometheus in her eyes
flexes
Yeah, man request just what's requested
Your man's still here 'cause man's been tested
Each verse like a hundred K
Hot like a summer's day
lookin' back anymore
EVERY DAY THAT IVE BEEN RUNNING I BEEN STUMBLIN' ONTO HIGHER GROUND
Im passin' you by now
and every step i take i see the same old
doing my solo stuff
And around two-thousand
Brian Cane from Ottawa, who was helping manage me
Got me a small independent deal with this label called
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