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Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic |
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Sensational recreational narcotics |
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I thought |
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I lost it but |
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I found it |
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Temptation marches along till |
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I'm surrounded |
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Inspired by fire the sensual illusion |
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Caught between the crossfire anger and confusion |
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Howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit |
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I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted |
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Not to be taken for granted |
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My past has come back and haunted for real |
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I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses |
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I pose with babies breath |
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Be afraid a place where magic is made |
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I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades |
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I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard |
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My mind states intense |
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Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist |
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Now scream and shake your fists |
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Cause dreams are made of this[Thirdrail Vic] |
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For real the opposite transmit telepathic |
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Roamin' the flats with automatics and back packs |
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Doin' jacks for |
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Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make |
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G's Nigga please, you artificial[Saafir] |
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You dropped somethin', it's your heart |
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An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence |
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It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin |
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But no way, because you fake |
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I can trace out your image |
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Even though you don't cast one, |
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I smell a rat, |
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I'm smellin' that |
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Stay back at least 150 inches |
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You brew tea? an |
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I know you know |
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I can sense it |
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With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches |
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Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps |
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Swingin' sleep out your mouth |
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How long you been hibernatin'? |
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Too long!You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon |
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Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer |
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I feel you mark, feel me feel your chart |
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You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart |
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You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart[Prevail] |
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Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl |
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Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors |
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Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape |
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When hands on cord, the blazing roof |
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Prev creates |
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Sound break, concord, eye of the condor |
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Hand skills of a saboteur, your in for |
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A war that pours coarse of molten into cords |
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Strung by the young ones, put me on tour |
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No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores[Big Nous] |
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Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters |
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Grafted from |
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Africa, in this game you got no stature |
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Not even a factor in this |
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Whole shit makes me yawn |
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Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn |
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Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality |
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Have? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your |
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SuburbanFallacy with no antidote, in this? your age get broke |
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Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin' |
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Silver spoons crumbin' from flavour |
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Soon there will be no overseer to save ya |
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When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12 |
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National? |
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Soldiers, leakin' a swine |
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A snake with no spine, |
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I'll see you, |
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I peeped you |
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You'll see blue, the fake: |
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A quick death is your fate |
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Now, I got shit to do |
