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[Applause]
that’s that’s it turn the page on the
day walk away cuz there’s sense in what
I say I’m 45th generation Roman but I
don’t know I’m more care when I’m
spitting so return to your sitting
position and listen it’s fitting and I’m
miles ahead and they chase me show your
face on TV then we’ll see you can’t do
off my crew L that you rubar and cust
verses you rain down curses but I’m
waving your hses driving by streaks
Riding High with the beats in the diey
ball stare eyes glazed garage burned
down the fire raged for 40 days and in
40 ways but through the blaze they see
it fade the Sea of black the beaming
heat on their faces then a figure
emerges from the wastage eyes transfixed
with a piercing gaze one hand clutching
his sword raised to the sky they wonder
how they wonder why the sky turns white
It all becomes clear they felt lifted
from their fears they said tears in the
light after to six dark years young bold
Soldiers the Fire Burns cracks and
smolders 5 years older and wiser the
fires are burning on fire never Tire
slay Warriors in the forest and on
higher we sing hear the strings Rising
the wars over the bells ring memories
fading soldiers slay looks like eus
raving the hazy fog over the B Ring The
Lazy ways the birds sink a new baby’s
born every day few men may be scorn
today but look at things the other way
cuz it may well be your final day and
then the crowds ra they slay they all
say I produce this using only my bare
wit give me a jungle a garage beat and
admit defeat use war and past injury as
my metaphor and simile get all
applications into me before the deadline
cuz it’s a fine line between stri for
crimes in a life of crime but you will
reach the day and it’s all mine you can
take it or leave it I shake and reveal
stage tricks like Jimmy hendris in the
afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
float through the whip fields and lakes
of blue W water to the next life from
The Fortress away from the knives and
Slaughter to their wives and daughters
once more before the Lord judges over
all of us it’s in this place you’ll see
me brace yourself cuz this goes deep
[Music]
that’s it turn the page on the day walk
away cuz there’s sense in what I say I’m
45th generation Roman but I don’t know
I’m more care when I’m spitting so
return to your sitting position and
listen it’s fitting and a miles ahead
and they Chas me show your face on TV
then we’ll see you can’t do off my crew
L that you rubar and custard verses you
rain down curses but I’m waving your
hses driving by streets Riding High with
the beast in the sky balls stare eyes
glaz garage burned down the fire raged
for 40 days and in 40 ways but through
the blaze they see it fade the seea a
black the beaming heat on their faces
then a figure emerges from the wastage
eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze one
hand clutching his sword raised to the
sky they wonder how they wonder why
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