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Fjord og fossefall Åpne sletter Sol der står i brann Rivers and valleys Fjord and waterfall Open tracts Where the sun is afire
at it They say I think ass backwards Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice Late night,
tout bu, tout su, tout lu Platon, Karl Marx, les frères Goncourt Des tracts, la gazette de Saint-Flour Le Bottin et les frontispices Un petit coup
God's Kingdom passed Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise
fardeau ma fardée Trace de taz goût gazon brûle des cases ma raison Mon urne est dans mes burnes Nos pactes sur des tracts Le feu des artefacts Lueur au
want that damned tract I ran away Never looked back again Until the end of times Until the end of lies I didn’t understand When I lived again
delay but i was young age now you feel the rage. Engage in hiphop now its a marraige, ma first tract was a miscarraige First album, always a damage boii
and they got rebellious So I pitch my tent in the plantation that we created tracts that's gonna hypnotized the whole nations Why you put your foot in
the sun With a tract of metal from mouth to bum Shit encrusted steel jutts out of your ass This mass of iron was the last thing you passed Digestive trauma
the tract If anyone can best the fence, it’s me Blood shed by my hand before dawn -A red thumb tonight Doubt says the sky will be falling down someday
guitar is all I need Where I can live out my days In happiness and peace I wanna shack, on a tract Of land in Tennessee High in the Mountains Surrounded
to sign tracts Where the dotted line at Diamond in the rough Finding me's like finding 9 Shaqs Out in 1000 oaks looking for a place to dine at Get into
empty soul. Have I got the time to feed him a little broken bread. Do I toss up a prayer as I walk on by? Give him a tract and a weak faked smile or do I
to feed him a little broken bread? No Do I toss up a prayer as I walk on by Or give him a tract and a weak fake smile Or do I take the time to show him
nonstop when they watch my tape Better read that print before yo ass get raped Better print that 'tract when my shit get played Best believe right now that
drug lab, brewing narcotics through your digestive tract Attempting to reduce the stench, experimenting with different foods But you realize the best
I'm no good like a blind dude at Pictionary So this the last to the 35th of Nevuaray Damn, you knew this shit was temporary We was on the wrong tract
emotions with the grind Termination waits decline Just invested in some straps Another witness another threat So I keep tract of those who lie I've
tract And yeah, i eat store-bought groceries Live on electricity I consume shit from the system And sometimes it consumes me Don't have to live in
they all that & they talking all smack Don't know they shits whack Swear they spit straight facts Swear that they a - tract Well I'm bout to throw it
the store My eyes widen for words to decipher I was so happy to read adult diaper My urinary tract is avoiding infection But now I’m not receiving any form
Bacteria in digestive tract Bubble bubble toil and trouble Wisteria upon arrestive pact Witches gaze on a life that's double Gas is for war Gas is
Ima fry that ass like that shit is a snack Bump this track While I'm in her vaginal tract I'm sick like that I'm sick like that Don't give a fuck now
Clap Paul bearer please show em where Their seat at Kick ya seat back put ya feet up and While you wait here’s an RIP tract & While you read that where
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