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make thorns as a part of the rose?
A great flood coming like 2.0
I been feeling like Noah
The path I chose
Panic at the disco
Panic at the park
Planet in

break we didn't panic
We maneuvered through pain and somehow a nigga managed
Where were you though

I'm one of those Cuban Linx that it was built for

chatter give a damn if I say so
Spread the beat it's so mayo it could pay for the rent
While I play my own piano this is Beethoven's 10th 

Tickle ivory

Pockets look like they panic
Goddammit I'm dammed to dangle
Between prophecy and hero
Performing so many miracles
If I didn't have my hubris
I wouldn't know

think I'm crazy
So I paint this pain
Into payment
Pay me for patience
Placed upon my pavement
Preoccupied
With my demise
I live to die
But I can't yet
My

at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.

And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his

Some like Kerser, cross Panic At The Disco, cross Central Cee type beat
Party in the graveyard
Recycling the same bars
I miss all them summer nights

rich
I'll lay my head up on her lap
Her neon waves break and collapse 
I would give it all to hear her laugh
But she lives in a photograph
I'm so pitiful

And my hand is waiting, starving
To feel the touch of your soft skin
We're fading fast I feel us dying
I try to fight but you give in

Surrounded by

get the racket
Dr. Mad Hatter reporting, it's time to panic
Nah, not at the disco, face pics do it for him
Don't need VSCO
Blood going down there it's

Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light

to rumoured that can fuck me
With an army by day's end
So you think you got problems
But I'm running out of lives
And my friends are being offered
To the Gods

I gave you my all, was there when you fall
Now when I call you give me nothing
You were so lost, no matter the cost I was your rock
You must have

See I’m from the Chi so I say that’s my guy
And live or die that’s just how we do it
And when we come through
We always say GOOD Music
I can let you

to imagine in
An era where so many lives were lost and so
Much promise was lost forever
Along with them
What would it have been like if
Something, anything had

I want to pull you under
And use you as a float
I think I lost your number
Wouldn't be so bad except you had me by the fucking throat
The stress is

the clock ticks by in this lonely town
When it's said and done, when the walls come down
But we love our land, we accept our fate
So we do what we're told

the clock ticks by in this lonely town
When it's said and done, when the walls come down
But we love our land, we accept our fate
So we do what we're told

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being

dancing fools
But there is only one of you
So tied down by bad habits
We're all forgetting to just live

Of course all my friends object
Tell me to get some

sleep, up at night
When I'm on ten, I don't do right
When I see 12, I panic (panic)
I got a kill those habits (yeah)
Yeah, so why would I give you my

a wrong bad move

That lead into a fight that's tragic
Flight or panic
Am I the captain or sinking with the titanic?
Spending high credit while
Spinning off

to
If we can't live by its guidelines, then what's the point of the rules
You need to know that the time you got's not long
You just wasted your time—it's

niggas is starving
Don't try to find a job son, it's all about robbing
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to, if you opposed to, get