your fathomless dark I kneel unto thee, father, i am opened Let your daggers pierce through and their poisonous grace be unleashed through these hungering
is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your
through your hands You just look behind your shoulder Turning back the time You know love is like a rover Moving like a wave Love remains, inside your veins
the pole man? Why are you freezin' me out? Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines
to the point that we're out spoken Now I think I got your mind open, can we come in Starve your fear, feed your life You'll find that you might Be completely
want to be And let me tell you Death will come when I'm good and ready I am your peace of mind, confusing all your time I'm running through your veins, I am your
! 'Fore the matchless might of Zurra's wrath... (Bless us with your withering touch, o' great one... may the earth tremble at your tread and may your
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? ) Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six
your heart that way Oh, it feels like none of this is real I pretend that my heart and my head are well But if the blood pumping through my veins could
in clips Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck? QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your
to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society by opposers of positive existence. Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification they'll turn your
whiskeys back I'd lose my shirt and then I would lose my way home I was driving my Stutz Black Hawk through Justice in the dark When suddenly the blood froze in my veins
let you tear yo' weapon' Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes My platoons
out and it's no pose 'Cause when she dances she goes and goes Beer through the nose on an inside joke I'm so excited, I haven't spoken And she's so
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke
that you bleed Parasite to your broken skin Heretic urge in your brain To pump the hate through your veins And feed the lust of your necro sins It's
thing, you won't be back Thank you for a month's worth of wooing Your warm lips and my body for using Six shades of mischievous gray Sprinting through your skinny veins
boards, open this life's door Irregular folklore, most of y'all cats just hope for, my rotor Running wild in this game, supposedly spoke for I'm in your