i we make songs to you as it turn style we destroy you

 i we make songs to you as it turn style we destroy you

mos def scratcha pic act contour soda be the grass we style

   blanket 

just a syllable away from forgetting you put that on

 and when it was real had made it your self

               so don't fuck at me you know the know 

id be small to uuuu to you for.

you  act like made it but bought is and 

expected me to know....

                    and do.........................

                                 and make                   

....   what you wear you know.

any cew can crew a Constantine

               the eagle in gold retreats to the tip and bleeds the one god

an we blllle eee eeeed      the ghost ever cense 

The inevitabliy of manipulation. 

Is were the ice Is matters?

Probably just as much as sea level giving poison for money, turns out kind of a good deal.

There is plenty of land 

If the potting is forgery there is plenty of land if the prancing is poetry there is plenty of land 

If the poison is local there is plenty of land and if the local is loco 

Vastly misunderstood as a move of it's own

 there is plenty of land