Providin' my kids, with a vibe that's timeless, and a time that's vibrance is so hard to find it you might need (typhen hydra) These are songs that I'm saving lives with, dryin' eyelids, There's a hammer in my fist, as I write this, righteous, verse an', lyrics of lifeless persons, spirit turns to ices, and it rises,ĭeified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons, and the bleeding skies, as the mayans,Ĭountin' 365 on a calendar stone with a mask in the middle as I'm sippin' on a flask of a little goat blood that the kid'll soak up, during sacrifices, fuck who you think raps the nicest. Life is, nothing but pain and crisis, and little bitty slices, of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is.
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