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Concept:ghost of Lyrics Past.
They are Back, ALL the WACK LINES
your mind DESIGNED, Thought they Blow up
Like land mines you step on.
Takes you Back in time
Like A Land mine time machine.
Scratch that, text track
What if every rhyme manifested?
BECAME REAL Life you projected
Would you say the SAME things?
Talk about money, rings and ignore suffering.
WOULD you SAY your moms on crack
Praise the exploits she did for a hit
song.
Long gone are the Days where praise
is paid to those who Laid Life
instead of bricks to build bridges, for
you to cross.
Could of been Lost in the VALLEY of alleys,
MADLY Dodging Venom fangs,
syringe NEEDLES sucking veins,
traps baited with games,
CRAP shoots.
TRADE IN your Boots for shoes of
YOUR pleasure,
for your Leisure stroll on the BRIDGE
over the trolls, Just pay the toll.
Gotta Pay to cross.
Concept:ghost of Lyrics Past.
They are Back, ALL the WACK LINES
your mind DESIGNED, Thought they Blow up
Like land mines you step on.
Takes you Back in time
Like A Land mine time machine.
Scratch that, text track
What if every rhyme manifested?
BECAME REAL Life you projected
Would you say the SAME things?
Talk about money, rings and ignore suffering.
WOULD you SAY your moms on crack
Praise the exploits she did for a hit
song.
Long gone are the Days where praise
is paid to those who Laid Life
instead of bricks to build bridges, for
you to cross.
Could of been Lost in the VALLEY of alleys,
MADLY Dodging Venom fangs,
syringe NEEDLES sucking veins,
traps baited with games,
CRAP shoots.
TRADE IN your Boots for shoes of
YOUR pleasure,
for your Leisure stroll on the BRIDGE
over the trolls, Just pay the toll.
Gotta Pay to cross.
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