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Art of Rhythm

Watch out for the agenda

And the political crew

Lets just say they represent

SATANS Zoo

Wake up because we ******* galore

To many youngin' hittin' floor

Minds gone society gone

Guns is blown

Another body in the funeral home

They say color dont matter ?

But all i see is red

Once the flesh is cut we emotionally shattered

the world is bruised n battered

See the picture i lainted better

Than Van Gogh

But too many innovators entice

To the dough

O yea watch back cuz they quick to glue

Stick minorities to crimes

Thats not related to you

So cool demons surrounding n houndin'

Me how could this be?

If this is a holy society?

Popes are molesters churches are imitators

Of God how odd is that ?

Pack a gat in my 82 cadillac

Big grill spinnin smalls wheels vogues appeal

O so real

Ya know cant play a fake cant shake

The pain i hear the thunder clouds of pain

It's too.much of us livin' in vain

Now what im seyin' the strain

Its like that now

 

peep the game

like that now

get the humps up out ya back

yea i still embrace the gat

cuz the city ******

so i gotta get witty nitty in the gritty

i seen a starvin babe leechin'

on his mommas *******

but she half dead babe cryin'

look into her eyes and

you can tell she was a ******

**** how could this be

its my society

givin' drugs to the community

cant escape the rain

or the pain

just a little **** on my brain

coca leafs to puff on

henney and the boones farm

dont sway from the good

stay close to the hood

even though we got good times n bad times

kickin' dope rhymes

no punchlines

just sayin' whats on my mind

i wish i could bless the world

really doe

not have to front a show

just get some dough

that boy jesus

lived thirty three in a half years

aint neva have a job

just twelves homies

rollin' through the breeze

rocks cryin' water turns into red wine and

miracles happen in mysterious ways

still hopin' for better days

radiate my soul

chillin' unda the sun beam rays

feel me????

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