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headed beast from Obese come to set it,. Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down,. Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down,. You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round,. You hear it
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walls, end of the renaissance,. And so the walls where the colours once played,. Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey,. White washed, shitty, all grey, all black,. Waiting for the kids
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,. On the way home, she's done with stripping on a pole,. But she can't pay for her son living on the dole,. Jumps a train puts on her gloves she's wearing black,. Being watched by some old mug she's
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rose to earth then would heaven collapse?. He smiled; I knew that smile was his response,. I thought to myself, he's almost got what he wants,. He said "I'll tell you my one desire,. That's for earth
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. And that thought hangs around my neck like a millstone. For real though, it's like I lost you, left you, let you go. Before I got to get you, or let you know. That you're my refuge and I need you to
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Verse One - Pressure. In life, we struggle as individuals,. A fine line between a clich saying and something original,. As if in death we left something residual,. Behind to mark our time up in th
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I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing. Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door. I was trying to be nice for your own
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I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing. Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door. I was trying to be nice for your own
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The blue light spills like oceans. We smile and let it in. It cures us of our questions. Like hoods on peregrine Knowledge locked in a tower. Barons will hold the key. But if knowledge is power
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you that I'm nice with the. Blah, blah, blah (Canibus). Lyrically I'm I'm supposed to represent Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis. Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
