Category: Hip Hop
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[Bridge]He diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyPlease be whole before you goBye![Verse]Mad man like Jon HammI ain’t…
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The Filament is filling men With His Light and His Word See, Christ came to serve *No*… …Matter how you’re feeling then,I got bites that’ll nourishSo life can still flourish When there’s lack but greed Fall back, reprieve Supplement *Sap* Like the Asp en T r e e Perspicacity Veracity Thrashing *Cap* Like the Mag…
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I was fighting with my blood Might as well have sickle cellYou can tell that I was sick I put the sickle to my cells πͺNo trace of this mental jail I guess I stenciled out my self When the doctor questioned healthI locked up truth, no hint of bail Attention deficit was evidentI’m negligent…
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Π©Π΅ ΡΡΡΠ±Π°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡ, The carnal beasts didn’t honor peaceSo, God releasedThe harm they preached…Wages paid by plaguesHis agency enraged for placing babies in a cageThis play is staged Every moral agent Has an aging anguish to placate They stateSodom and Gomorrah Had a taste but The claim is misplacedBecause the wrath displayedIn Romans…
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It’s like a cycle of nightmares in inception.Wake up to find myself in the care of a dead one. If there’s levels to this, where’s my resurrection?Because your Jesus doesn’t look like the one of Lazarus’ recollection. Reflection. Deflection. Rejection. Silenced by the deafening decibels of their violence and weapons.While your silence merely deadens.We don’t…
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At Gravesend… Past the Days Inn… It was J. Smith… With equations… Instead of graphs and charts, He had formulas.Instead of Basquiat’s Art, a sorcerer. Remember, the blind lead the blind into sciences.* The wiz mixed dimes for his client’s fix. The sign language used to hide the brickresembled hieroglyph or Maya script. Molding men…
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The wind whispered behind her earlobe the way AntΓ΄nio did.Cool, it caressed the columns of her spine, making her moan as it walked down to her lower back like representatives in recess from PalΓ‘cio da JustiΓ§a.In the warmth, her chilling secret ceded a secretion down her cheek. She tried to hold it like the iron…
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They used to say It’s a suiciiiiiide Now they say It’s a genociiiiiideStrife I couldn’t risk it ‘Cause a knife in your ribs pits A life in ellipsis… Hanging in the balance like the other side is heavy Well there’s an ugly side ‘Cause the other side it’s deadly They’ll pulverize; They’re petty They’re cultured…