Your fate the cockpit, and you think that’s how you make it.
Wanting to rate, with the debate, so we continue to sedate.
To collect the check, to prosecute all together.
And to inherit the “Gift of the Feather.”
And that’s when you’re Heather,
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To construct a complete thought.
The double-bladed that speaks its mind.
The constitution is used as mana.
To work in the yellow lab, is this bananas?
Land Before Time.
The Pythagorean Degree, to agree.
To self-destruct, too much, it sucks.
The Full Moon that’s bright, the precipitous, the Fall.
With December having my back, the Silver Pack, the Call.
For you, the MTV Unplugged, to be trapped in the box.
And you think the Fox has your back?
And ur addicted to crack, with the plas
The Sun that sets, when love is put to rest.
Or is this a test? To check on the boo.
My bad, this is Casper, a dead lingering spirit.
What's the Good Word? The next habitual lyric.
To keep it real, to judge the dead.
When I was young, the col
Sin-Eater
Sunfire, to hire, to sacrifice to Him.
Do I have free will when I inherit the Djinn?
A Few Good Men, to market Sin, my 8th House that stings.
The water that slips through His fingers, but with material, it’s green.
And to think
To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.
In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.
Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.
Now was that about race? To take th
With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last.
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray.
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed.
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s
The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curs
The Lee District plan, to scheme against the scam.
Descendent of Ham, the G.O.A.T verses the Lamb.
To dilute your blood, after eating the Green Eggs and Ham.
And you know this was done by Sam-I-Am.
To switch the channel, to remote view the thug
To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more
Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chas
The bastards that fear, and run the 2-3 zone.
Ye can't wait to get off to work to watch Bad 2 Da Bone.
And thas when I'm Breaking Bad, to get a new phone.
Between me and you, who decides to get the new home?
To read your contract, to bring you bad new
Thas when Yashuah met the Samaratin women at the well.
The Prophetic Igigi, but the Anunnaki that rule Hell.
Faced with the Big Bang, thas when Adam then fell.
To mix wine with blood, sweat, and tears.
To give my offering, the Bud Heavy Be