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"Old Harry's Choir"

[Verse 1:]
Hardcore, impulsive, raw
Ghetto sonata's
You are now, in-tuned with my trauma
Through that treble, check levels
And then go rewind this
Revving up our mind's are free
Forgettin' the devil reminds us
Men of honor, that'll march as cold
As some Ugandan rebels with lamas
I remember my momma told me
Mijo, no sejas como eso titere's
En la escina, vendiendo cocaina
Pero yo lo hice mal un
'Til I seen her cara
This pain inside'll, still
Swell like a clot's in my superior vena cava
See this saga ends, where it all begun-
So be cautious sir, or it's costing ya
Paid my dues ask the auditors
I'm setting the theme, by deading ya dreams
Send'em to heaven by spreading his wings
While that fat lady sings, I'm conducting the orchestra
What's with this hatred? Bitches
Switch ya face, you should be gracious
Hit the breaks
My hunger is great, and I hung with some greats
No chilling occasions
Flow is diligent suasion, like signs concealed by the Masons
Like minds, feel and embrace this
My time, witness it hastens

Nice of you to come by
Welcome to the dark side
You can shine but can't hide
Right here in the dark side
Thank you for sliding by
Welcome to the dark side
You can try but can't hide
Right here in the dark side

[Verse 2:]
Dreams of success
The jewelry, Lex'
And The women I'll sex
Stripping, giving me neck
Warped on Ritalin and liquor
Mixed with some X
Predicting da strenuous stress
And Ripple effects, I'm willing to bet
You niggas could never project
The vigorous feeling, it's chilliing when winning is less
Beset by these liars and snakes
Smiling so fake, who stab in yo back and twist the knife
While looking you right in ya face (Hi!)
(He he he...) Laughing while they plotting on ya
Holding my tongue, that's not in my persona
I'll try, & hak-spit on ya
Been hot since Slaughter, and gotten warmer
Now the top performers, get dropped
Brooklyn thinks I'm out of pocket
Going for Mr. Wallace's spot like Roethlisberger

My stock's in order, I'm locked and loaded
On Loch Ness mode and, with God's Son's aura
Like Andre Young's anti-psychotics
Now I am just what the doctor ordered (haaaanh?)
My mind's eerie, not nearly enough sane
When I think of my happy place
The walls are covered with blood stains
Fuck off, the level of pain I deal with's more real
Than I'll ever say I feel
Uh, my fate is sealed
I pray that I'm safe in hell

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