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grouce - event horizon كلمات الأغنية

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i think i died on the 9-9-09, the night invited no wine
red rum, the dead run wild
my bed’s under a lead sundial
my meds come from a doctor
he’ll keep me stocked up as often as i want-ta
go sponsor a child
world vision, h-ll’s mission
smells fishy, well wishin’
and your money ain’t enough
im not a dummy fallin’ for the bluff
or the love that they say we have with the lord above
i caught a dove with bare hands
prepared man’s advance to the answer with a rare dance
tear pants, down the middle
im bound for libel, like malcom little (aww)
i found a riddle and now im fiddlin’ round
without a cripple around to vouch for

find shelter, now let me see you try melt-a
fluid vowel, you are now free to fly delta
my helter skelter ways
wasn’t somethin’ that i felt to praise, i smelt ya
before you entered the room, men on the moon
are sending a dream to me through a vending machine
lending a theme which is bending a spoon
i solemnly swear to be there before its ending at noon
defending the moon in the battle for beats
i never battle emcees, i only battle elites
in hardcore prose that moses would be proud of
round off those who chose us to be crowned of
the highest order in the land
im in demand, like water, wind and sand
the kindgom’s hand reaches out to you
oh my god, think im ’bout to spew
not this again

these are my last words, im havin’ difficulty breathin’
dyin’ on the inside, cryin’ for freedom
bleedin’ a litre of my soul, a metre into a hole
t–tering on the edge, i need to ring interpol
for me to be in control, i need to be watched
to make sure my wild plans are immediately botched
i mean im steamin’ even harbourin’ demons between my knees
and they need to be re-deleted immediately, all that’s needed
is some holy-water and a crucifix
you’ll see uncle sam’s camera takin’ gruesome pics
of me on my bed-linen grinnin’ with my head spinnin’ 360
you don’t wanna be there when they fix me
dixie chicks, eatin’ pixie stix, im a hyksos
sh-ttin’ on a catholic chick’s cross
the last two bars wasn’t me talkin’
possessed by the sounds comin’ out of my green walkman…

-secret bonus hidden track-
i’ll be waiting for the sun…

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