Unsheathe the final report, the digest of findings from the task force commission on is this really happening. A lot of cant about law and order. The
, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the T.V, buries her nose in
the club for the fuck of it It's 'Berg (Tity Boi) Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2 Chainz If I die, bury me inside this blue flame You know what it
Chris A. Sotiris V. Spiros A., Lyrics: Sotiris V.] Can you pay the fair? Open your mouth and spit the buried coin The boat is ready to sail Step inside
[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
Get paper, put em up, that's major, put em up [Verse 3: V Knuckles] We're Snowgoons, we blow fumes It's Knuckles, when I die they gonna ride and bury
Wehrkamp / Mike Baker:] From the weak and the weary [Gary Wehrkamp / Mike Baker / Jim Roberti:] No more turning away from the [Gary Wehrkamp / Mike Baker / Jim Roberti / Arjen Lucassen:] Coldness inside
construct our own beats? And college came and buried our dreams But that's alright Everything's changing What am I doing with my life? At Xanadu or in the R.V
ash and dust [Hook] [V:] The mercenaries we sent to retrieve the verse of aries cursed to carry dead weight on our backs like hearsts that bury [D:]
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Sometimes years change nothing, and sometimes one day changes everything. And that day has come. When racial and economic dichotomy, are one in the fucking
Drawing breath in the realization, that everything may be nothing, because sometimes there a no easy answers. That growth is the only evidence of life
Promises made, promises kept. A common sense revolution, a broad-axe to environmental protection and preservation. Privatize the parks, now privatize
We woke up one morning, confused and disoriented, wondering if it really happened. But as they say, if it doesn't kill you, it defines you. Round of
Born into, worlds apart. Heir to dust, a forming heart. What is inscripted, scupted by borders. What is encrypted, blackened by borders. Eurocentric
Obedience to manufactured assembly. The infinite paths become the optionless freeway, mass marketing consumption itself. This extirpation is progress
would construct our own beats? And college came and buried our dreams But that's alright Everything's changing What am I doing with my life? At Xanadu or in the R.V
I've been working downtown inside my troubles I've been working downtown inside my troubles I've been sleeping under the bridge of highway 1 And I don
