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dmac_official - murdered my spirit and watch my flesh die كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

bodified unidentified homicide blind folded your penny pile lil money u a pedifile who could hold
to preserve the moment tinkerbell in a cell dinner time silence moves on the inside sh-t so hard to
unwind leaves ur mind blind unbinding what use to be behind me every records wana sign me but
never mind me nikkas waiting in line when my time goin be like a goal keeper withholding the
dreams of a people with little or no equal sequel the deep throw then drown at free will look no
hands the mind when it feels low thoughts responses the corpse is fresh like dew in the air like k!ll
ur self with ur own sight cold blood in hot water epic sceptic turning this wound sepectic make her
come 3 times in a round the perfect spot found addiction got u bound the mood i set it like a
reminder on the spot u find then beam u with this satellite people that act bright think they
right..condone the drone that’s set on the inside to never leave u alone then create a clone like giving
a dying dog a sharp bone playing the harp then soothing ur soul then shoot up and admire the
temperature of your blood type my inventory lay in an cemetery nikkas die to no longer remember
me tempest for the tent and canvas picture tryna cam me something it can’t be gorge out ur eyes
and expect u to still see me descendant from heaven swine when u take more then the team having
decapitate ur mind and ask where ur head be in my presence nikkas breath heavy…

[chorus]

death gone write along when u turn right and go wrong
carry on when ur heart ache break or burn turn to gaviscon ink is dry but my pen ain’t up..

[verse 2]

collision colliding crashing then smashing accidentally mistaken cyclone cycling hydro sighting
seeing images the sight sees rappers distinguishing rhyming and cyphering to slightly be unlikely
the very sharp striking bryson season only want the best fighting me they say t-tle gives u little but
also makes me ill in the same word tilt appears with let to end it in sensetace construction my
comfortability of becoming ill i tilt the t-tle little so u can see the holder in my world i spit flames
but even the sparks grow colder dislocate and refrigerate my shoulder blade and give the coldest
shoulder then fold ya mind like make a soldier of ur thoughts keeping weak composer nikkas see
you as a phony till they spot the trophy then comprise u being a homie not only do you not know
me but owe me a d-mn good reason what my soul feeds that shields the seeds mind only blind
enough till ur eyes see slightly what your thoughts speak silently frightens the fighter in me over
the observation of the hennecy i’m becoming my own enemy there is no ending me pretend your
standing from the floor after i moped the tile clean…even i know ud be asking for a hiding…

- dmac_official

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