lyrical thoughts clearin' my head of spiritule brain clots.//
god talks through my mouth, and pen, but pain stocks.//
piles up until I say satanic words in vain, fuck god.//
...oohhhh...
I can't take it anymore, scripture flow like a mountain of melting snow.//
drownin' myself in bars and emotions until I can't see or breath no more.//
well no more..
I wont show core, I'm gonna seal tha vault so you can't hear my thoughts.//
feel my voice when I talk, I wont talk.//
I'm-a jus shut up, jaw locked, only time I open up is when someone pulls an' I get shot.//
get offed, soft verbalz so cold they freeze and become hard.//
compared to tha rest on RB.. I should be a super star.//
paid the big buck's and b-2-rude like Luther "Luke" Campbell of the 2-live crew.//

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