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we immortalize the sorts of lies that crumble and rot while we think we paintin' truth fresh spot 4 spot but YO! my thoughts? YO! only your afternoon is expressed by my caresses sent yellow and true. . . but you'll never guess how you looked at your dawn, you sudden sparks and wonders of my wicked thoughts
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we tearin' down mountains to build temples : we crumplin' up punkrock into smooth tempos |
CD: DEMO
Label: zerFALLEN RECORDS
Credits: will2harmony |
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'you mustn't let life's ups and downs get to you. you're only walking mind, once that's f+cked you're screwed! you're NOTHING!' said the capetown junkhead junkie to his concrete walls and his hungry monkey with the fangs like needles stickin' ready for prickin' inflictin' wounds on the wounded ones crippled and limpin' with the virus that done come down now like a plague. welcome to the african millenial age |
CD: DEMO
Label: zerFALLEN RECORDS
Credits: will2harmony |
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the point of this life is to feast and get full and pour libations from ancient dionysian bowls into the earth for rebirth of the bees and the birds, my rhymes bounce 'round downtown bounce in the streets in the burbs, the time is now for the nouns adjectives and the verbs |
CD: DEMO
Label: zerFALLEN RECORDS
Credits: will2harmony, plant, allman, the bear market |
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