Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin
got weak And all resistance fell And all the walls, they came tumbling down She stood eyes open, back on the ground Wiser, full of glory She was a bright point
Raps on the juggle, double up quick Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip Cause the long eyelids point to your lips To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman
portents spoke of vast bloodshed and great carnage, and after our slaughterous victories at Camulodunum (the Temple of Claudius burned wonderfully!),
. Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes, In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls
Creatively I have never been to this level First I'll put you in a sideways 8, then a pretzel Burn skin off face, burn face off skeletal plate Plasma
You build up your walls and burn a bridge with every fight Cast crippling stones that do offend with all of your might And you're so convinced Ignorant
rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin' Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find the point
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects
on the juggle, double up quick Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip Cause the long eyelids point to your lips To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip
food for Vindicator Forests are clearcut by Mirsubishi, Maxxam, and Stone Container Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath We all like to point
Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency (We spit thoughts!) I translate harpoons to sharp death When the point is made, from my underwater breath Don't get walls