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When in Rome No browsing is allowed to the public 50 miles of unreleased documents The lies of Jehovah witness Every story of every lost prophet Curiosity of a Californian Talk about blessed Talk about blurred I lost myself in ancient knowledge I need to know if aliens exist Only 24 with a 4 year old kid Running around like lighting hits My son will grow into God Cause i will not let him fall for the nicktoon facade They told me hip hop is dead but This is more like the Zombie apocalypse Just woke up from a rapped up coffin War and the churches involvement Racks on racks full of top secrets plaques Home of the brave Home of the raves What you know about spiritual warfare ? Plug your ears n blind your eyes That psychological propaganda will make you lose your mind Dont pay attention to the predictive program They want the silence of the lambs Your not a herd of ham Your super humans The time has come to save the planets Let us stick together like working magnets..
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
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When in Rome No browsing is allowed to the public 50 miles of unreleased documents The lies of Jehovah witness Every story of every lost prophet Curiosity of a Californian Talk about blessed Talk about blurred I lost myself in ancient knowledge I need to know if aliens exist Only 24 with a 4 year old kid Running around like lighting hits My son will grow into God Cause i will not let him fall for the nicktoon facade They told me hip hop is dead but This is more like the Zombie apocalypse Just woke up from a rapped up coffin War and the churches involvement Racks on racks full of top secrets plaques Home of the brave Home of the raves What you know about spiritual warfare ? Plug your ears n blind your eyes That psychological propaganda will make you lose your mind Dont pay attention to the predictive program They want the silence of the lambs Your not a herd of ham Your super humans The time has come to save the planets Let us stick together like working magnets..
michael-villarreal
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
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