I knew it must've been some big set-up All action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and men
Is you ready? Back by popular demand Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice Niggaz ain't ready for this, niggaz ain't ready
Concentrate?can??° you bear the hot blue tears? The weeks?advancing sunset lines? The winds that cripple bittersweet compassion when you waste it? a??
unwrapped and bitten an invitation to your side i missed the friction if it's in my head, it's in your size you are, you're making me mad afraid you've
When this fleeting limelight fades And we're alone again What name will your heart speak? What is true? What is real? Not what you feel? What you know
In anxiousness I'm twisting Drift into restlessness This prison keeps shapeshifting walls I think you suffocate me Constricting everything So quick to
Skye : Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that, This is your death Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the last
Can you can you twist me up yet again? A Chemical kiss from you princess pretend that, this isn't what you wanted girl we all know this is what you wanted
i don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days. i think that it's brainless to assume
Juggernaut, molotov Panzerfaust, Glock, Kalashnikov AK4, civil wars Anywhere near contradictions there's friction I have an inborn addiction for things
(feat. Masta Killa) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Is you ready? Back by popular demand... Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice
Friction! Friction! Friction! Friction! Night clubs and night stalkers Fast women, fast talkers Loose lips, loose limbs The lovely loveless Sunset to
The day he almost drowned with no little trace of hope The day his neck was suffocating from the grip of darkness? rope His gravestone lies beneath the
Voy a cruzar la reja que se oxida y resbalar tu ruta va liviana vas a curar mis ojos infectados y olvidar que el sol ya no es de plata hay una luz en
my generation as nation has a reputation for looking out for themselves abnoxious and self-righteous i realize the warning sings are so alive since
Concentrate: can't you bear the hot blue tears? The weeks' advancing sunset lines? The winds that cripple bittersweet compassion when you waste it? ...
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