yonis Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
publicenemyno.3 Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 aint no virgin suicides it's birth backwards but your baby's got one eye. -cage before tpwf status Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alloverthetown Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 why can't i be blessed with a more blessed set of wings, i see less as more and less of everything, more and less of everything that i've ever wanted is all gone, and replaced with what i've been running from all along, see why even entertain the chase why even pretend i was built to stay in this race the truth is my sweetest dream is so far from my hands that i don't even reach i'm so far from a plan that right now anything will do cause if the lullibyes at the corner sing it's true then hit the play button and i'll be down till it's gone all the hopes that used to be become the sounds within the song and with that said i say good morning america say it once more just in case it wasn't clear enough good morning america this is what your dreams are made from as well as what your dreams could break from knowing all the risks, all the cops, all the enemies all the neighbors, bullets, that could made in this symphany all the fame from pulling it, and all the fame from being on the wrong side which one do you claim? for what it's worth, i'm just trying try to be what i can be, i'm just trying to be what i can be but it feels time keeps walking, time keeps walking, walking away from me for what it's worth im' just trying to make what i can make, i'm just trying to make what i can make but it feels like time keeps talking, time keeps talking and i don't understand what it say. Artist: Skyzoo - Song: For What it's Worth - Album:The Salvation - Production: Eric G you guys need to bump The Salvation...... best album of September. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted September 26, 2009 Share Posted September 26, 2009 GZA 2rd verse In the world today. My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed of niggaz who think it ain't like that MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor MC's be out like bank robbers Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor DJ the getaway driver Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate for fat tapes and then played out and out of date Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate And from that point, the God made a statement Draftin tracements, replacements in basements materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box and microscopic optics received through the boxes obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical Punchlines, that's unstoppable Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop But we only increase if everything is peace Father U C King the police GZA, 2nd verse. Bigacts Littleacts - Afu Ra Ft. GZA. You eggshell niggas get cracked in half My armed force throw a road block in your path Beats smash, from True Mast, my shots blast Shatter glass, crowd watch the sound sets clash Quick fast, I let the darts off, with no doubt Your bitch ass, you head north and break out Snakes out, hissin, shots missin Observe, and respect and listen And if you get stung twice, that means he's rollin wit loaded dice It's like gettin stabbed with ice, and watch the evidence melt Immediately the blow is felt Commissioner revoke the belt, the microphone Microphone flow-er, fresh show-er Of the rugged garments, break the bread like Noah I'm holdin, ride the 808 rollin Write til my hand's swollen, your no comp ya Huh, I stomp ya, the monster Worldwide record launcher, multiply and conquer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted September 26, 2009 Share Posted September 26, 2009 cant forget... Masta Killa No Said Date They said the God wasn't never comin' home Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown I'm known to walk alone, but the fam It's deep, yeah we all love heat These military arm' marine, sub machine gun Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman Lord, when you droppin'?" No said date Thought premeditated, well calculated The air's been tested, the people can't wait So, ahh -- we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric Crafted and mastered in space What better place of birth than the Earth When a star is born, but the path was narrow Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle For survival, what the God reign, build me a brain Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle repare for burial, it's time, .45 to your head, drop your nine We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick Shots lick [Chorus 2X] [Masta Killa] Heh, yo, this is No Said Date Peace, I'm Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you Not to affend you, somethin' for the mental Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin' Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people They travelled so far to witness The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line Long time, man for dead Should've been, put one in his head Before the poison spread to the body Partly done, 'nough said... {*echoes*} Masta Killa's short verse on raekwons - The table Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing to deliver this lesson While travellin the planet, extending development And growth for the mind, never ended We now send it long winded, descended Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now Wit knowledge and wisdom The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Docfeelgood Posted September 26, 2009 Share Posted September 26, 2009 Ive lost the plot, like a book with pages missing... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MedicineCabinet Posted September 27, 2009 Share Posted September 27, 2009 i got girls that make toni braxton look like whoopie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DIRTY D Posted September 28, 2009 Share Posted September 28, 2009 i thought it said verses not whole song lyrics , Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 Artist: Gza Title: Luminal Album: Legend of The Liquid Sword [intro: GZA] This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually unheard of With front doors, were always left unlocked A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams Boy... [GZA] For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it Victims inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney So his child passion became a life long journey Grew into a world of destruction, abduction Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks Just from his involvement in local politics His outfit stained with the blood of the slain While his backyard full of skeletal remains His goal in life, was preparation for death An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath Was it his fascination, for strangulation The lynchings in the '20's was his inspiration Unspeakable acts that made front page Motivated by an unexplainable rage [interlude: samples] A suspected killer plaguing this community Has once again eluded police and detectives We have no leads, no photos, no suspects This nameless, faceless murderer Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat We have no leads, no photos, no suspects [GZA] The State psychologist, forensic pathologist Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious They ruled out the possibility that the killa be Physically fit with athletic ability Talley and murder, on his agenda There was no word, and it's code for surrender So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva DNA directly linked to the psycho Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0 For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve The bullets had names that made the frames shatter Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime Made a hard discovery from one of many signs While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner He reacted in a loud and agitated matter And once they tried to read him his rights He turned cold as ice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ih8juggalos Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 I graduated from Slap-A-Hoe University, on the honor roll! -Z-Ro Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dark_Knight Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 I like sugar, and I like tea But I don't like niggers...no siree! There's two known things that'll make me puke And that's a hog eatin' slop, and a big, black spook! You know it...cause I show it Like a barn-yard rooster I crow it! And the NAACP Would sure like to get a-hold of nigger-hatin' me! Roses are red, and violet's are blue And nigger's are black, you know that's true But they don't mind, cause what the heck! You gotta be black to get a welfare check! And I'm broke...no joke I ain't got a nickel for a coke! And I ain't black, you see So Uncle Sam won't help poor nigger-hatin' me. Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...where are you? I's here in the woodpile...watchin' you Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...come out! No! Cause I'm scared of the white man's a-way down South You know it!...cause I show it. Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't keep you away from little old nigger-hatin' me! Mirror, mirror...on the wall Who is the blackest of them all? A man named King, and there ain't no doubt That he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon mouth. Brewin'...he's a doin' It's caused by the trouble he's a-brewin' And the NAACP Can't win if the white men stick with nigger-hatin' me! Hey! Mr. President! What do you say? When are we whites gonna have our day? The nigger's had there's such a long, long time I'm white, and it's time that I had mine! You know it...cause I show it! Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't win if the white man sticks with nigger-hatin' me! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 1, 2009 Share Posted October 1, 2009 Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't believe this shit.... Word up.. (word up..) I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day My body is cold steel for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keep me full up with hollow heads How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggaz shock me I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owner's hand Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on" I felt his palm troubled him shakin Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast I didn't know he was hit, it's over with Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn! I Gave You Power - NAS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 1, 2009 Share Posted October 1, 2009 [Ghostface Killah] Yo you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins ruins rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins What a dosage, you overdosed in rap high explosives My postage hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like natural born killers Record-breaking the album Thriller Now access the tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic Blew my family overseas in mansions If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan For rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 1, 2009 Share Posted October 1, 2009 Wish I could find lyrics for this song: Clean Up Crew - Heltah Skeltah, KRS One, Buckshot Emphasis on the word clean. Peep the lyrics. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 Verse Two: {Bun-B} Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin' Stickin' nigga's who be trippin' You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin' Now down as my pocket's stickin' I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick When I be clickin' now take a look at the Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger Playa hata ditch digger figure My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver You shiver shake and quiver I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt Fuck her first and take off her skirt Make the pussy hurt Mister Master Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a Blister bastard fuck her sister faster Hit the elbro for sale yo Brother better have my mail hoe Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale No other bullet duck or get shoved Inside this game they better buck us Cuz the clucker's they love us Make them class dick suckers Check they jelly like smoker's I hit like nun-chuckers Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus This for my muthfucker's Cookin' cheese to crooked geez Rockin' up quarter key's Just to get the hook with ease Wanna bee's get on yo knee's Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's >From here to over sea's We do what we please No trip cuz we flip Light up a dip I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip Go ask that boy Skip That nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barile Flyin' through yo belly belly and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile Murder - UGK Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 Andre 3000, B.O.B. 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inter-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong We're not really able to spend all alone before he left, adds up to a ball of power Thousands of thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh! I reckon Andre rips this first verse. Man, some of these lyric sites must be retarded or deaf, the lyrics don't even sound like what some of them make it out to be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Realism Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 [Ghostface Killah] Yo you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins ruins rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins What a dosage, you overdosed in rap high explosives My postage hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like natural born killers Record-breaking the album Thriller Now access the tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career is based on Ghost, throwin cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic Blew my family overseas in mansions If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan For rappin, big Ghost steps off laughin This whole verse is one of my all time favorites. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edward Orenthal Norton Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 crews playin new records i arrive and cause static from frisco to oakland, like bronx to manhattan. its chrazima style rappin. -Chrizma "Methods" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dowmagik Posted October 5, 2009 Share Posted October 5, 2009 god would prolly have me on some real strict shit no sleepin all day no gettin my dick licked Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 6, 2009 Share Posted October 6, 2009 [Punisher] Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin' Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons Divisin' ideas with masterminders Movin' on a stash of diamonds First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others You's the best, yet, and still I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test The real scandalous I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cory Posted October 8, 2009 Share Posted October 8, 2009 WhiteBoyz movie trevor freestyle "ay yo, my name is fuckin trevor, dont fucks wit me never, ya step in my way and boy ya headll get severed, i keep my tech nine on my waist cuz ima gaaangsta. " haha yeaa Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishinginthedark Posted October 9, 2009 Share Posted October 9, 2009 I don't have a drinking problem drink talk shit fall down no problem when I drink it's a problem because I cause problems Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EskroATL Posted October 9, 2009 Share Posted October 9, 2009 Nigga I'm the shit get the fuck up out my toilet! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 15, 2009 Share Posted October 15, 2009 For instrumentals, I dig a grave/ then drop so many bars around you, when you listen feels like your in a cage/ niggas styles are sour, you makin lemonade/ takes a thousand hours to write, my raps are minute-maid/ Joel Ortiz - Killaz - Slaughterhouse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnLester#31 Posted October 15, 2009 Share Posted October 15, 2009 I'm weird, i'm into voodoo you know how dudes do/ Towel on the bed, fuck while shes bloody and call it soowoo/ ... Check it, I'm fire, trying to make the devil proud of me/ Sleep with gasoline in case a nigga got it out for me/ Hang my baby mother off a 30 foot balcony/ then look over the body like "bitch shouldn't have doubted me/ Joe Budden - Cuckoo - Slaghterhouse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tniggs742 Posted October 29, 2009 Share Posted October 29, 2009 Anything that Big L spits! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
with_a_name_like_this Posted October 31, 2009 Share Posted October 31, 2009 no doubt ^^^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotle Posted October 31, 2009 Share Posted October 31, 2009 While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swindle Posted October 31, 2009 Share Posted October 31, 2009 just this Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted January 19, 2010 Share Posted January 19, 2010 don't sleep on monch, he dropped this song in 91.. aint nobody flowing like these guys in 91.. way ahead of their time. [pharoahe monch] I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand Into dimensions to unlock new doorways And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game Enabling me to advance in wisdom Words will exist like vampires No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape With my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be Subject to global warming, formless oval Millions of locusts swarming Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme The intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain The triggering mechanism from which I strike Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound Which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes Your optics will not be able to detect The deadly hypnotical gases Damn it's hard to breathe!!! but if I got one breath left; I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come From the slums of earth to center I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell Walkin through the doorways of heaven -- or is this hell? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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