To be wise with wine.
For you to cry, you whine.
For it to work, you have to align.
And that's why I have to lie.
In other words, the truth hurts.
Your bitch bad when she flirts.
But with mine it's flame on.
The Levite that does rituals and writes songs.
Her
To test your resolve.
The Igigi that fall.
From fall to winter.
We don't do the Master Splinter.
With Splinter Cell from Hell.
Who gives a fuck about tattle tell?
In other words, fuck a rat.
To move on from Alni(Tak).
To clap ur faith.
Without work, ur done.
T
To uplift the Abyss, a conundrum, because it’s the Bottomless Pit.
To outwit your wit, and to judge the disbeliever.
Havin to God Damn, and my totem ain’t the beaver.
And as a Archdevil, I didn’t have to rely on bein a reaver.
To those that a
Havin’ to address the Sols on the Solstice.
To keep it kosher, with the Colt on the holster.
To die for the cause, the descendant of Ali.
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,” to meditate, to rally.
To live my second life in Cali, w
The tragic “mask” that enhances the immortal mind.
The New Moon to ruin, but this ain’t the Boston Bruin.
Having to adjust, and I already proved my point.
Your last class act was to pretend to anoint.
So your salvation is wasted, I smell your fe
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 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 hush puppy that grew.
To enlighten those that hire.
To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"
The joke that served its purpose.
To shop at an outlet, the circuit.
In other words, you heard.
That this is the Unclean Bird.
To rule wit
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
It's in my blood with you, to be platanoic.
Fed up with the fast food, the McDonald Sub Sonic.
To fast with the state of the art bubonic chronic.
With my swag, you're hooked on phonics.
At face value, down to the wire.
This ain't Jim Carrey's, "Liar, L
At the penancle, 2 years in, was 9/11 a grave sin?
Now come, let me lead you by the hand, the Sands of Time, the fan.
With the breeze, the fan, and we doin the Space Jam.
Now we're confused thinkin' Cam was at the helm.
And you think I gave a fuck abo
Yesterday's price is not today's price.
To serve Christ or the Geanie in you?
With Esau who sold his sol for food.
Can't wait to wait, in line, your drool.
With ur hue, your ray, confused on your intellect, you got played by Rae.
Lost the battle, you the
