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She Anger
02:47
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2. |
Thru4th
03:54
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3. |
That'sHowIl'llBe
02:34
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Subordinates get the cleaver
Like bordering neighbors severed
Support you forget it; never
So rare like a break in the whether (weather) or not..
Do you have a stake in the whether or not
First question seems to be, the question of whether it's pop
But the pleasure is not in the knot in your sock
Or the watch or the rock on your wrist cause the life is the reason that it is
You can make a seed if it exists
Consequence or compliment? You gotta bleed to get a taste
They take your teeth in this bigness
Belief and defeat play the sweet 16 but they prey in this bigness
If they prayed in this business
He couldn't comprehend the change
but the frame ain't the same as it's distant
Cousin believe you, they'd slay the same in this business to stay in the business with the weight of a eight ton myth's
-Listen- Stay awake and you witness
the pain and the jewels of the game and it's intense
The greys or the incense
today or the instant
You bathed in the rays of the way and it's systems
And most can't handle brakes, for example
The cake isn't managed to make what you fancy
-In ample- displays like the lay at a bistro
Soul food whole food and gold would be distro
-Ya dreaming- dismal
Numbers and underachievement
Reflect on the push or lack of
Under a caesar
Wonder and seasons roll like changes in air pressure
Chains are for their pressure
But brains are for fair measures
Claims that the claims are false
Release responses,
maybe retaliation
World Ultimate in the Nonce sense
They play the nonsense
Who are they?
Well, the conscious mass
of constant past Christmas brats
If it fits, the cap must be right
Man makes the clothes
And the fan makes the man
Management makes the plan
Go smoother than already didn't the fusion of an all ready staff
Equal the product of an illusion
Losing battles never baffle just call it over and you tackle at the next time you roll
Next time you throw naturally we learn when we fail
You burn or you bail; two means to an end
Two means after one and one breathes actually
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4. |
Pulse
03:37
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There's a little ass sweat that develops underneath where the nose and you knows
what noses are for
overstands and sees
Open to the
older hands
Older stances are classic
and know just what the pose is
For;
the rows of roses ain't always sweet smells to noses
Sweep with a comb tooth fine when the old you
Finds there's no old you,
soy dream or soju
Who sold you out for the crime of a so-called
Sign
symbolising the fine that the finder clips
Clicks from a clock tap
to your spine
A reminder of my dirt, Fisher Price my first grinder was gathered at delicious price
Shattered but the tips was ripe
The malicious vice
visage tight grips the life out of the
Mrs. Life
mission like missile high
tissue fry
But the issues lie in which you hide your situational shit it slides
long as you let it
The song is the medic-ation
You're wrong, you are the patient.
Administer a ministering tall affair
Let the Sith be the entity that falls in square
Mr. Smith is the enemy but stalwart wares always get the dime
Now the pall bearers glare at the call of the share
The haul on his line let the margin climb
There's the price of your living space sprawled with wine
The price and the limit base a call to find
A slice of the given cake (×2)
falling fine
Delicate
Delicately.
Giftedness.
"Move him to the ready room."
Who owns you
Who owes you
Who owes who?
Do you own you,
That alone proves
at a lone groove
Battles hone views
big
Bigger
Dada wants due
Prada won't prove matters
Masters rather
own you
Than have you gather together
Dabble in data bins damage is co
-lateral
Go lateral, pass go; ladder's broke
*Might as well keep level
Headed to a destination
Destined nations with desks and detonation
Make your own route because we'll never see true repair or reparations
No dreads but we lock the focus on keeping notice long
No dis lawn but nodes is strong
So note this drawn
Preferred slice but don't you blur life
A blurred light beats the third night
The sight in right words
At right times
And with right times you keep your word life
The right signs pop up
Like a ripe find
Yourself in an awkward world where the thinking's
On some other thin king's thick queen
And not your own while your Kingdom is sinking
Who owns you
Who owes you
two stones threw, get a return
Cycle continues until you break
Get it
Gotten over it? Ain't got in over it yet
Know the governance
is in self with his wealth
or the other shit.
You can dream well but don't covet it
Never sell your soul.
Never sell your soul.
Never tell, you're sold.
Never sell your soul.
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5. |
AnnOy
02:19
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Paranoid pair of noids
Prepare the void
Sharing fears and gossip so they can both then be scared of joy
If you look even deeper into their hearts there's a lack of
They're busy filling their heads with an attack of
Just watch there'll be an age of the reverend
As for now he's primed, timed
and each page smells of peppermint
Without the additives and sweetness
The latitudes of longitudinal gravity in peak will always greet kids
Treats trick as usual when the case flips (and) tables turn like calisthenics
The local's numb like anisthetics
Hollow headed numbskulls, keepers of shallow ethics
(While) solid-centered enter in the new age with swallowed medics
Standing abreast with a coolness and intelligence alert and confident,
prominent yet anonymously ominous
Same height same weight same body building
The difference is they say nothing and it's oddly filling
Like a woman to a shopping cart...
Inseparable from winning bigger than a topping bar
Like a man to a pop-up bar..
Sundaes keep you grinning maybe winning biggerer like a stopping starts
Popping parts requires isolation of solitary tendons
And each solace variable, with random endings
➡The class up-ending it all will be (the) bottom of the Pyramid
It's only logical, as well, the top tiers are fearing this
They'll keep em blind, over-attentive to the stimulus
While they print the invoice
for the order of new world stimulant
Still keeping ahold of old world tenaments
It's tentative (but) still a race for time and slipping innocence
In the sense that cents (are) what we trust nowadays; material
The dollar says it best until we invest in our spiritual
I-t-y
Gifted.
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6. |
SoulGood
06:10
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7. |
GivingThanks
04:09
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They all keep saying my ninja he ain't unique enough
Using force is a source of the peak, now eat a punch
Running the course of the morse code that freaks em' up
Mother lover he put the torch to his seasoned blunt
Been a long time since he left clues to even sleuth to
Dreamed of having a movement to rep some like the Juice Crew
Dreamed of having a move that meant he made the move do
What it do, now do you, go ahead
Seemed that even having a moment that could produce new
Components that he'd own em' with and maybe sometime he'd lose weight
So he could fly higher but they'd reply bias
He never relied on the trend to bring the tie tighter
The high higher in these Days cause the Thai's fertile
Criss crossed with a strain that denied hurdles
It's just a spill after all
Levitate like initiates to good news
Newsletters and better glued pleather aren't good moves (what's good dude?)
Word of mouth kept absurd in-house
Never found dead in the live-in room Livingroom give and take
The foundation
The ladder is right there.........
.......Thank you very much Jostereo.
We've been gifted.
Gifted.
Needing work is no new thing,
it's the new king if you place it on the thrones trying to claim where you land
let them hold the door
Before you move hold the floor
Now play the game and name a man
You'll never know who's right behind you
Life reminds you, that right is not exactly the left
If life reminds you, that light is not dark
Then the light has got spark and the night has got theft
The chamber has to be mastered before the change
which of the fools out here got talent or a main
It's hard to balance when your name's with the elected; challenge or a game?
Claiming you battled for your gain
Or both
Third option the fourth would be neither
Just the guts to be eager and balls to believe it
Relief is
Always a win away when it went away
You released it
Even within a day
The fact that it was and it wasn't release a little Eden in a way
Breathing
Then stiff as a breeze is
In windy seasons
The ease ends deep in a sway
And it deepens the depth from the feet to the neck and beyond
Be on cool and seep in the raise
But head up peoples keep breathin'
Fed up people keep screaming
Everybody that's listening please pave the way
Enter in Days
What you got in the bag?
Whatever, it's nice, right?
Yep, better than Lite Brite....
"...His future's so bright he gotta lotta fair shake..."
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Fonçdé
03:01
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What is she telling me?
The troubles and lows
Doubled blows to the psyche
Like governments know
There's a woe and a dip down
The covers won't show
What effects been reset
When the gullible grow
The mullet or fro
Infallible; make no mistakes
We're
Over-loved, over-caked and in over our capes
"My brother you baked?"
Not heated and shook
Keep a level head cool
Like repeating a hook
Repeating a hook
gives you points on the text
There's a point to the passage while
Anointing the necks
Rhythm is good
Plus content is better
Than nonsense and whether
The conference is deader
Than constants that led
To your conscience unconcious
The contents will better the con's test and dead it
The consent is whether
You listen in or listen out
Read between lines or
Honest-ly, you missing out
Honestly missing out
Embedded rhetoric
Reflection in heady
Editions of lead and sin
We sit for losers
Then, stand for the biters
We ban the traditions
And brand all the figures
Can't figure out
Unseen hands
on my scene
They slap on the wrist
Readapting the fiends
Each second is spent on grabbing the ones
By the ones and the threes
Leave this trouble as done
Up above clouds
You got to rise
Up and cool, coming
Supplies and surprises
Under and cool, running
Like guys that is irie while bobsledding
You go ahead and keep your nod heading
Nope you will keep your head nodding to this
It's fonçde day and even hotter than the hop to the hip
Day-fense
One word to the wise you live world and be wise
To give words is a prize for when worlds will collide
The worlds will collide when the worlds are alive when the world's will collide then the worlds will arise (x2)
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I had a Bad Trip
01:21
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10. |
Beware
04:39
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If we admit that we are filled with hatred and dated thinking
Can we can consider what the hate is linking, still
Or play the vigilant regret at the cost of an innocence
Some sweat, and some ain't lost not an inch on them
The cost of another's innocence is a loss to the holder in no sense
Colder than your boss (and those cents)
The frost that we play with might just take off your tips from the touch,
Much like that hint when you hush
Mother creation has no brotherly patience
Flows like southerly winds in no subtlety chasing
Southern replaced it the summers and bassments
Birth to the trap, now it's a wrap when the others hit play, spins
Influence, like when foolish are then using gems
To flip their problems over like a zen buddhist uses zen
Ten prudent students don't equal a schooling
Takes a teacher with a grasp in a class keep it moving
(Hymn.
Song.
That doesn't rhyme but it ain't wrong.)
The display and cutlery make the cause, product evolves slower
Quality versus quantity, quality revolves covert
You walk with it in a sense
And talk with it intimate-ly
Squawk with coughs and the inner's dense like industry
They all wanna walk with the inner and the outer flexed
Squawk with they innerts like beginner's give a doubt at best
Careful when you make sashimi with puffer fish
Poisonous is as poison it does
The poise in this biz is little noise at a rush
Though the ploy is delish we know the toys have to suck
Cents don't add to dollars
Inflation takes your extra and makes it sad as a lecture
Sadists grab at the collar
Glad to protect ya neck
At a price
What a price! But a prize, And in retrospect what a rise and what's a right without a left
Modern day slave labor, modern day grave robbers
Modern day pay robs us, modern day ways profit
Them filthy fuckers lobby for destruction
The anger simmered like a stew he passes up the lobby like a dumpling
Even though Days ago he'd sweat her
Without the jumpsuit and three striped leathers like light pleather, light beckons
With like measures he strikes better
Ain't the clothes that make the mannequin no Days of an abandonment he sights pleasure
You see it and hear it and can't see it
Won't seize it because we can't season
Can't cease and can't crease it
Destruction, terror, hold the mayhem and mayonnaise
Punched his boss again like way old news
In the Bayonne Times
They thought he was soft;
It was a fatal move
Cold and uncalculated words make for fatal dude
Paid the due hit the Ave. to find a quick rush and stay on 2
Hit the corner, without warning, and by this much
This much we know Falling Down like Michael Douglas
Everybody been there; cue the end credits and hike the publishing
Soft as Tom Cruise; and damage is collateral
But don't take my word because Jamie Foxx met it
Dead it, no antique stores and Pulp Fiction
Reddit, like continuous feeds and cult victim's heads is
Headed, to how can you see without concentrating
Jedi, now you can be without conversating
He replies nothing
And so nothing replies
with a punch to the shoulder and a
Mother loving reprise
Missed a northbound route 4 just by the fender
He curses the air, shouting "He is the great... pretender!"
The ender never enters thru the exit in the gift shop
So be sure you sure to mention it when the gifts
Drop.
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