Why bother to die a martyr when you lie trying to buy a father, you the son type the bum with the gun in the night light Why bother Now a days dudes screws loose must be confused by Remy and papoose on the trakc but lakc proof a makc with no juice first sign of beef asking for a truce instead of getting loose flame make claims that end with an excuse energy drinks ya drinking semen from a moose why bother getting farther with no plans for tomorrow wanting to be a martyr open a book and get smarter satisfied as a crook in the hood looking for a juxxe cause most shook the hooks took the cool look cant scheme in a trance lean head knocced off shoulders clean hook 2x why bother claiming to slide with the information you provide you are cancelling endless lives no tears in your eyes but tell the homies they lied police station you wasn't inside screaming you stay disguised can you drive slide ride you saw the car and was surprised eyes wide, Informer thinking freedom...
Few people realize that they are composed of mineral, plant, and animal elements. The bones are literally minerals, hair is a plant nourished by waves of vital ether pouring out through the skin, while within every individual are thousands of little wiggling, creeping, crawling things that make each of us a zoo all by ourselves. The ancient Scandinavians, realizing this, wrote many legends about the little creatures that live in man. A famous statue of Father Nile shows him covered over with tiny human figures representing the attributes and functions of man. Man is a great study, but we make very little use of our textbook. The Scriptures of all nations are filled with anatomical references to cities and places that have no existence outside of man himself. The twelve gates of the Holy City are the twelve apertures in the human body. Like the twelve Masters of Wisdom and the twelve great schools of philosophy, these apertures are divided into two divisions of seven and fi...
fire prone like a match book if the rat scratch then he took the book fukc why he better dukc fire retire cause he not destroying my empire don't temp sire I'm not a simp nor pimp shots don't expire holes in your tire shit flat your brain splaat it's like that fukc facts how we react time to attakc born a makc but sold crack until I was too old then I started to rap on tracks I snap to the point after a joint Id relax my swords id bring a my battle axe melt candle wax the vandle I handle like he started a scandal facts chilly avoid hoes that's silly eyes straight I'm going to be great my fate is that destruction I cause when I rap devasting pen papermate cheddar chase about face clout I erase late to a date always looking to escape if you retaliate the damn I prolly break and speak at your wake have it taped no one safe head missplaced done with so much grace elegant taste if irrelevant in the room that's the elephant I'm who the devil sent his ace g...
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