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Xero - Reading my eyes
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The Microphone Molesta
The chevy undresser
Stupid dope fresh tight shit resurrector
Top gun man mod best of the besta
The living MC peace and resta
Still tested the flexed gunna
The make funna the appisary make runna
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
Get gifted, lifted, deliquent wit
I be the prophet, in my hand
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin curse I burst to hurt
Room crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
Decorated like christmas pines with Italian rocks
MCs become silohetes in shock
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt
Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll bitch slap your soul
Track the track control
You coming at me?
You can't hack it though
So rediculous
Watching my crew get sick of this
Wickedness
Pitchin this
Lyrical brichisness
To crews and cliques
Maiden, men, and mistresses
This is my life
The twilight, the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write
These eyes on horizons
Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon
Fire on, rude men telekenetically
As aterically beats become a clarity
Feel averity's heroism, and heracy
And severe every MC I see with Neverity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not
What a keep
Why not
What a keep
Why not
What a keep
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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