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mile of flat, level land. Waist-high, the wheat swayed in the slightest of winds. There was always a wind. You might not hear it, but you'd feel it.
mountains
The pumpjacks swing for oil
Harvesters swallow wheat
Elevators go up and down
Jackhammers pound the streets
Carousels whirl on playgrounds
Cogs
Wheat wheat wheat
Now you shall sit dong and you will lick under mah
Feet feet feet
Cu’ meh Father
Set me in order
Yuh see dah mounting over dey
Betta
for goddess Sharada)
Dhundhyala baatudi bhi chur ha va pan chur bakla
(You can also give some wheat balls to Gajanand)
Doongar ki, Jaipur ki ji
Pockets full of bread nigga
Full of whole wheat (huh)
Catch me with your bitch nigga
Chilling on your street (huh)
I don't give a fuck
Name a time
truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause London is
truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause
talkin' no wheat
If you show too much love
They gon' play you like you weak
Shit get reckless in them trenches
Killas want you neckless for your necklace
In
Chris the only time I'm doing beef
Bruh don't even hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see
road
To the family I love
To the wheat fields of gold
To my first childhood kiss
To sweet Emma Rose
To that small one-horse town
Down that old dusty
INGREDIENTS
Muffin
Enriched bleached flour (Wheat flour, malted barley flour, niacin, iron, thiamine mononitrate, riboflavin, folic acid) Water,
barren of their wheat,
What will the little children eat?
The flesh of the oppressor,
Hewn from the breast of the beast,
Thy greed will become our feast.
nights
Southern California heat
Kansas, rolling fields of wheat
Donu0027t know where Iu0027m going,
And itu0027s too hard to say,
All I know is this trip
through Castilla in the heart of Spain
Yellow wheat fields yearning for some rain
Endless roads which lead to who knows where
How I wish that I could be
Start with hot wheat
Ten toe turbo pon feet
We drop beat big deal drop leaf
Original style dem a just straight thief
So we run streets
No shirt one brief
Yo, shredded wheat, this rap is complete
I wanna walk on a street, while spitting some heat
I wanna eat a bedsheet, that'd be a pretty sweet treat,
on, sweepstakes
I like my bread long, wheat based
Crème de la crème, I'm cheesecake
Let's look and see how she tastes
To all my friends on REPLAY.
Arizona, no stars in California
No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas
No Colorado skies of blue
When I stop loving you
When I stop loving you
yes nigga I'm feastin'
That young nigga beastin' (yea)
Body covered wit tates and good wheat's
And back to back he spit fire c'mon slires, (slires)
Burst into heaven
Kissing the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me
Burst into heaven
Kissing the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me
Burst into heaven
Kiss in the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me
Burst into heaven
Kissing the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me
Burst into heaven
Kiss in the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me
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