you watch With your blood, I will paint, your last words Algorithm of death Theory of murdering Methods taking life Algorithms to pain Art from a,
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These tunes we perform be only a score for ritual endured When we uphold the pure cure Humanity- The all-time great ungifted Needing presence in the
[VERSE I] It all began with the crying of children Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in Boiling temperatures had the
[VERSE I: Dr.Faustus] Forced to conform to the will of the oppressors This shiny gold you sought never really impressed us We the savage defend against
[VERSE I] A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement Made my peace with god we've
[VERSE I] There's no turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning Knowing the day after creates a new day dawning This is the season of
This is our last day as humans. We've given everything back. Our cities have been abandoned. Our profound regret dissolves into nothing. We no longer
Se vuoi ripassa matematica e fai il conto del quoziente se dai niente per niente avrai sempre e solo niente e poi lascia che lo dica apertamente a voi
"Hands off, copper, hands off, copper!" [Chuck D] "Some people never know" [D.O.P.] You didn't think you saw a puddy cat What you saw was a black duck
A King, a King, what does it mean to me to be a King and bring, knowledge to the people as I rap and sing Having full control over eve-rything (Yo that
[Amen-Ra] Here we come, here we come, we're two kings The cipher's complete, spiced up with a smooth beat A guaranteed hit, sure to get us paid The cut
