Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth,
Catchin bullets wit my Teeth, More Bucks to the Man who Holds the Sooth,
That's the Sayer, I'm a Player, In a One Man Game,
So If I Lose at THIS SHIT, It's A God Damn Shame.
Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth,
Catchin bullets wit my Teeth, More Bucks to the Man who Holds the Sooth,
That's the Sayer, I'm a Player, In a One Man Game,
So If I Lose at THIS SHIT, It's A God Damn Shame.
my company loves misery kathy bates motel vacancy eagle eye cherry telly californ mystery
Vent the rage, exhale, then set sail on the next gale
^^ Awe shit I was lookin at the first page
Disregard this
Enemies Flee From Feather Pen Caligraphy Delivery
Perfect Symmetry...Skeleton Key Opens The Minds Of Those Lost At Sea
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Mystery and misery..
The epitomy of delivery.
What do I live to see?
The fruits of history?
A youth that's vision free?
I'm not a physical presence yet...I'm lyrical...
MC Slick1
The Speakers That Will Awaken The Sleepers
The 6th Trumpet Lokks Like Christ's Microphone Speaker...HTML Code:http://jeremymorrison.com/wtcplane.html
The Speaker Will Awaken The Sleepers..
The 9/11 remembrance. Peace. One Love.
MC Slick1
Page 600;d
MC Slick1
The sleeper cell, see through hell
Time will tell, how much stuff, gets fucked up
Like the prince of wales, so much knowledge
My temples swell
Death truly smells scores from now tails of twin towers stood tall fell & open up the depths of hell for all devils to dwell marketing evil cause it sells
...And Unfortunatly It's Doing Swell As Well...Watch The News...Can't You Tell ?
coming long ways like highways or straightaways
speechless when i speak turn to think just to getaway
watching news and i turnaway blinded by the dark, light makes its way
to the deepest crevices where hell has no stay
Shadows of the night reflect nightmares of the day
Daydreams break light though evenings on its way -- SynsCei
to cold for the devil to put his head to lay
i go back with microphones like tongues and ice cream cones
i'm juiced up like quad cores by Pentium
so spice your rhymes up like nutmeg and cinnamon
drop your brain in cell and
watch it explode in the depths of hell/
hell if i froze
as god as my witness , they won't retell what i've sold
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