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Stirodeo
03:12
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Come on and take me up. I go on wondering why I need this body weighing me down. I'm no puppet. I reclaim my place, allowed. No place - look around here for a god. In pace to hop a rocket right back home. This hate, that's just another block in my way. I go on wondering why I need this body weighing me down. No, I ain't given a fuck since I became awake, yea.
Wine overflowing. Unkind and unique. The pressure's on in ending you. Hog-tied to gravity - prison of Earth.
The devout came before me. Bound to your treacherous pressure and making the sound never really matter. On show like a floor seat. Dominus adore me. Zombie in it raw. Hardcore scene. Mr. Future on 'F' and now I'm out of here. To numb it'll take an impossible amount of beer. Up to be the dead love that you're down to fear. As sure as the pyramids cite the many (Gods of Egypt.)
Total lack of assimilation. I relate to flagrance. Bought a gold soul and sold it back. So cold at the loneliest apex. Hoof it home before I push the phony shit they stress. Black lung. I dog it in a coal mine. Can't relate to anyone, calling go-time. Action. Hollywood, no Vine. Leaving before the people that tend to copy could. Nigga nazi. African Amaryan. Blaze a grip of pot and get real close. I try to help a few, but I don't want to carry them. The medicine I've got'll kill most. Take a sip of my wine.
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Brood
03:15
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I keep a Full Metal Jacket mug. Eerie vibrations. See my level and blow the planet up. Smearing the ashes after I wait amid a weird elation. I mind to make a mother fucker remember me, all the while aiming to take them under. They don't want to let a nigga feed, oh no. From an 808 to dookie on my loose leaf. I got the key. It don't matter any. We ain't never needed it to prove me better, that's obvious. Name a nigga that deliver power and balance it like a zombie does. Now, they get to panicking adamant. Dammit, if I market to the manic, it'll all be love. Well, until I whip a little hate up. Just a reminder of what I came from. Hell is so ready, go ahead and raise some. I get the feeling they prefer to play dumb. I look pissed off for a reason, but I could never be broke like you. Take a look at how down we've been. Ain't no telling what I might do in brood.
Yea, it's written all over my face now. In brood, that's why.
I keep a Full Metal Jacket mug. Plum out of my patience. See my level and blow the planet up. Somehow, I like hatred. Touche. I wait amid a weird elation all by my lonely. I found my true voice in this sound and, no, it ain't the holy kind. They dont want to let a nigga feed, oh no. Therein, I became a cannibal. I had to go when I got the key. Never looking back once, even though their regrettable actions stay obvious. No one can pick up and get going again quite like a zombie does. They told them, "mention my knack at re-invention," but once you niggas listen, it could all be love. Ain't no other choice but to wake up. The Gods are watching me where I came from. So many killers, so I raise some. No running, no escape to play dumb.
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Whipping Post
02:55
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Imperial
02:58
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Don't worry about obtuse shit like funerals. You are soon to go - hurry him out. Call it hot soup, burning your mouth. Still talk about the Dead God working your town and then I leave there. Come step into my zed fog. Beware. Wishy-washy people, let y'all perish thinking that it's all sweet like an e'claire. Lapping every rapper. Enemies shrug with a bleek stare. Me Imperial. They're a lesser thing. Get the brains in my tummy like I'm eating cereal. Superpowers, how I got them, player, guess away. Shun a lame with impressive fame far under my resume. This a regal eye; don't see through the bitch. They lack slagg - need tutelage. Nary a teacher even addressing the rudaments. Seem they're keen to find neglect, but the cooler kid'll come pray to the Imperial. One day, come and see me go. When the weed burn - in my return, come pray to the Imperial.
They claim of painting pics. Me tend to flow vomit. You either ain't or is. These niggas dont got it. I represent wins like a foamposite. If I meet a negative end, I'll keep it no comment. From a street rat, I aint Jonny Dave, but it made me bad. Cry and blaze, soggy page where I inked that early murder, then I finally got the egad moment while steady bowling from a tweek sack. Infection - fuck a damn z-pack. Mumje when I puff a gram. Started grinding, but ain't messing with that huck 'n jam. Made a plan to get a buck and BAM! I OD'd but 11 seconds invested, it showed me that I possess a blessing embedded so free. Ain't no second guessing. I'm a Dope God, get it to my ceremony. Come pray to the Imperial.
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Pine Tar
03:06
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On3 D3v1L S1n3ma
02:40
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Sicco
03:07
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Spirit to Sight ft. PFV
03:07
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Invaders
02:45
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Invaders are here to capture we and bait us into catastrophe.
Canna-baller killer. No-name killer. Shaman pitching more dope than a cocaine dealer. Given no hope and I made it my decision to commit. I'm missing everything and through with this. Run to follow me into the nether, they're the shit that you can miss. Super zed and summoning zetas on them. Agreed to speed it up and push our needle through the red, loser. Future, a fate of falling. I hate them all eternally, because all around the world niggas heard of me for murder. My lamb of god will wait to burn the priest. No street fighter, though I learned to beast. Cobwebs on my recliner. Find me working meat for their paper. Personally, I would say that it's earned if I wasn't planning evil on my Bear Stearns. Upon ascent, I won't need a way to Earth. From the day I spake a verse, they were made alert.
Boss back, killer. Front line killer. Steamy shadow lead the battle - what a front line killer. Spy the planet through my one eye. Figure this'll Mertyl out millions if I combine with you. Make a funny faggot suit-abiding punk my dinner and won't nobody fucking hear a siren. A whole lot of hell upon tilt. Recruit until positions all filled. Turning on the wheel of our will. Play my game and you better be ready to lose. If we ain't the same, they won't be letting you through. Hell yea, homie, I came from a resident rule out the sediment and dammit, that's a heck of a clue. Future gang grow daily. They're like, "DemiC, you're the man!" That's OK, but I ain't; I am more than you would think. Higher than a giraffe imagination, I'm making hella noise so that all the rude awake.
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Domination
03:33
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