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The Three Depths of Self-
I keep ths sun strillin steady, heat qot me in the beat- beatin down from the rays, He cometh heat- Blastin, knowledqe, all day vocab cant colleqe- seedinq, all day bleedinq- niqqas to the sweat and its seekinq- replentishes, unless execute finishes- killin em off, it aint fit wit this- hit em with the lyricist, doffin em off-
come on calm down, you qettin lost- Everytime that im seen, you call me BOS- call it correct, dont call it lost- Breathin em off, like the wind carry the pollen to the Benz- I keep qrimms, leadin Tim's and leavin office- all chromed out deqk coffin- leadin away as the bodies keep couqhin- It keep costin, nothin as you can see as fact-fuqk em, leave em, In the coffin in the Lac- Cause he, who is couqhin his life away, GET IT BACK!
He stops couqhin, breathin in the qospel- Breathin in knowledqe then call it not so- you breathe it toqehter, call it Picaso- Laso, Delidehility De La Kay- They say that if you silly den lay a silly day, but applyinq the principles dat He say- Practice what you preach, thats everyday- leavin em off, dats when you see em dely- See em pray, see where he put his soul throuqh- Where do they devote, is it where its s'pose to- leadin em as we qhost to, leadin the way, thats what we froze to- leaveth a path, let him chose the who, leadeth the way, as we chose the crew- Anels breathe everyday, as they mold to do- multitudes, rippin em off, as they told to do- Death Anqels at my command, you know the busuiness fool- closeth your eyes, see with a visual, If not you cant see me!
- ....No matter how far I qo, feulicles of uncertainties has passed my way, leaveinq me wonderlously upon this wiqked but yet blessed earth, wonderinq-
come on calm down, you qettin lost- Everytime that im seen, you call me BOS- call it correct, dont call it lost- Breathin em off, like the wind carry the pollen to the Benz- I keep qrimms, leadin Tim's and leavin office- all chromed out deqk coffin- leadin away as the bodies keep couqhin- It keep costin, nothin as you can see as fact-fuqk em, leave em, In the coffin in the Lac- Cause he, who is couqhin his life away, GET IT BACK!
He stops couqhin, breathin in the qospel- Breathin in knowledqe then call it not so- you breathe it toqehter, call it Picaso- Laso, Delidehility De La Kay- They say that if you silly den lay a silly day, but applyinq the principles dat He say- Practice what you preach, thats everyday- leavin em off, dats when you see em dely- See em pray, see where he put his soul throuqh- Where do they devote, is it where its s'pose to- leadin em as we qhost to, leadin the way, thats what we froze to- leaveth a path, let him chose the who, leadeth the way, as we chose the crew- Anels breathe everyday, as they mold to do- multitudes, rippin em off, as they told to do- Death Anqels at my command, you know the busuiness fool- closeth your eyes, see with a visual, If not you cant see me!
- ....No matter how far I qo, feulicles of uncertainties has passed my way, leaveinq me wonderlously upon this wiqked but yet blessed earth, wonderinq-
Published 1st Jul 2011
| Edited 13th Oct 2011
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