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two four eight most hate gate locked kate moss faith lost train run late no wait stop brain not on songs ready to go but lacking the flow it's like the pens going itself, i ghostwrite, yo, the most right and most tight voice in the game, insane in the brain, but the lame host the sane show, an angel, shows the gaurdian feather i remember the levels that they've put me on in charge of the weather, whatever, it's a long shot, fuck, a potluck, i'm not stuck anymore, greased the hinge of the door that before i couldn't get through, i met you, and you met me, and well? you see, i came with ease, and grease is the word, the seasons will turn, the easy people still waiting there turn for taking the burn, drum roll skull fuck ho's yes yo act two go ready to tear it i've made it the shaman amazing. i take deep breaths and swim lengths, and get up again, the journey is early the destination depends on you but you depend on me, a sticky situation you see? Such is duality, a black white whack wife "put that knife down! you've scared the kids!!" I'm taking hits. Albanians czech ukranian hit lists, i'm pissed with a sick click of misfits. So bust clouds, real fucking profound, the source of electro magnetical sounds, reptilian blood let me fill you in, we're living in birdcages cities man, you feel trapped and your only alabi is one level down and he's punching thinner fries, don't want to sound like a fucking sinner guy but drop the cause, it's a fucking million lies. to better the weather you better yourself, i fucking emptied my letter and emptied my shelf, i hold dark laws cause the truths a tragedy, i've been to the top, the cunts werent having me. a quick fix is innocent, it's cute, but you don't fuck about when your fucking willing to shoot. yo, grab the cunt, there he is there, we're gonna shout if your not willing to here. the fix isnt a dream, it's a discipline, i'm sick to the seems, puff the medicine, to maketh the cream is to polish the steeple and even your silly people are part of the silly sheeple, yeah your homies and your big brother too, it's a higher level of truth that i'm asking of you, yo get rid of the fuse, you got to take it steady, you might be raring but the planet earth isn't ready.
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released September 18, 2013
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