00:05:56Gently used to whisper disses, now he barely resists me
00:06:00And killed Sam, a five bars, pretend shepherd
00:06:02He talked tough, but his head's just peppered
00:06:05I'm a volcanic ash on his concept record
00:06:08I drop bagged my bars till his myth got severed
00:06:11I'm skit-sob-a-barred with a sword in the sky
00:06:14Each line a comic, watch legacies die
00:06:17They build vultures, a cave purifying
00:06:19Certain aids just dust on a zealous high
00:06:22Three graves, one core I see to comb dust
00:06:25Rift their fame from fantasy's husk
00:06:28The skit-so-show ends with cryptic musk
00:06:31And they banish beneath a rime and dust
00:06:33They banish away from Laver
00:06:50And they banish outエH
00:06:51I take off to the son of Davis
00:06:52They banish out the earth
00:06:53I wouldn't claim for the son of Davis
00:06:54A one final actor, two or three
00:06:57Me a rumor, two or three
00:06:57Let me just throw the people
00:06:59I rusekins
00:07:02I gave a run and blacked out the sun, that shit's shady and go all bun, but there's no refuge in these realms I spun, just two stone echoes when my verse is done.
00:07:14Young shit cracked, scrambled on his entry, got block fried, featherless, culinary frenzy, how them shady assed out and ghosted off gently, used to whisper disses, now he barely resents me.
00:07:26And ghosted sand, pod bars pretend shepherd, talked tough but his tent's just peppered, on the volcanic ash on his concept record, I dropped back my bars till his pit got severed.
00:07:39I'm schizo, the bond with a sword in the sky, each line, a common bunch of legacies died, it built falters, I can't purify, now the name's just dust on a salad's hide.
00:07:50Three graves, one chorus, we tunnel dust, we built fame from fantasy's house, the skits of show, it's been cryptic must, and they vanish beneath a running fuss.
00:08:03I gave a run and blacked out the sun, that shit's shady and go all bun, but there's no refuge in these realms I spun, just two stone echoes when my verse is done.
00:08:27Young shit cracked, scrambled on his entry, got block fried, featherless, culinary frenzy, how them shady, static ghosted off gently, used to whisper disses, now he barely resents me.
00:08:39And ghosted sand, pod bars pretend shepherd, talked tough but his tent's just peppered, on the volcanic ash on his concept record, I dropped back my bars till his myth got severed.
00:08:51I'm schizo, the bond with a sword in the sky, each line, a common bunch of legacies died, it built falters, I can't purify, now the name's just dust on a salad's hide.
00:09:03Three graves, one chorus, we tunnel dust, we built fame from fantasy's house, the skits of show, it's been cryptic must, and they vanish beneath a run named Tusk.
00:09:16Scandinavian Textures
00:09:21Season 3
00:09:22Season 3
00:09:24Season 4
00:09:26¿Quién Cierrez s-cretchi
00:09:29¿Quién Cierrez s-caro, c scripture
00:09:32A wife left 유족, cave,
00:09:34A wife and a wife left determination to devute a few years a little bit llegionsأre for objetivo.
00:09:38Bill loc 2018
00:09:42But the kid is broke, got spooked when the beat went broke
00:09:44BG flow, now he goes, lost the spark, now he just flows
00:09:47In the Lord, he's benched, not foes, skits, no weed, no hoes, no jokes
00:09:50Slid in with a gold line, grand handshake, clutching, broke the skin
00:09:54Daddy's on a flex, couldn't wait, now he's stuck in a playback slam
00:09:57Boss hit, like they're from Mario Bros
00:09:59Bounce back in, so real loose, but just static, so no rope stream
00:10:02That now cue the troops
00:10:12Bounce back in, so real loose, glitches, static, slow, loo, go dreamin' then
00:10:41Now cue the troops
00:10:42Bounce back in, so real loose, but the kid is broke, got spooked when the beat went broke
00:10:58BG flow, now he goes, lost the spark, now he just flows
00:11:01In the Lord, he's benched, not foes, skits, no weed, no hoes, no jokes
00:11:04Slid in with a gold line, grand handshake, clutching, broke the skin
00:11:07Change on the flex, couldn't wait, now he's stuck in a playback spin
00:11:11Boss hit, like they're from Mario Bros
00:11:13Now, against the real loose, glitches, static, slow, loo, straight, defend
00:11:16Now cue the troops
00:11:17A little겁 you but you'll never end, but you could tear things in the wrong load
00:11:20Why do you pull your balls go in bored?'
00:11:22Did you find the mud?
00:11:24Hey, you can do something?
00:11:25Mom told me, hey .
00:11:27Come be in, we limp.
00:11:32Ain't In a Вот They're Mid lou, for arresting, pickup they。
00:11:34Someone never�만 and that they can't be very tight, but the disabled
00:11:36And it's all about it, pertrade you to run
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