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Church The Dead Man S Dream

Once I had a name, forgotten now I breathed the air in a century of wonder I can hear it now in the darkness of the earth Gorgeous machines, the sound

though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's

's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light Man, there's an opera out

The opposite of neo-soul The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin' I aspire to get a

barely sixteen now It's feelin' like a dream now Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now I'm lyin' next to fiends now, that's the end of

feed them is something we need Like a musket shot straight through the head." Not much of a smiler - our man Wat Tyler (Died for the working man's fight

Get down on your knees and pray Clasp your hands and start to play It's time to be born again Don't go to mass It's a sin Confess your evil to the man

embodied in the shallow shell of man baptized in blood, i unleash my wrath on earth expose the weakness of the priest and desecrate the church i'm the

was doing bad like crack babies (Scandalous) Like Robin Givens (And dangerous) Dead that's how we living Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church