| 1 entry | | |  | | | | In At The Beginning Verse | wrote | | Let eyes see red, not green with envy. Stop with all the violence, you can rip on ya enemy.
Keep spirit F R E, E all the way. A lyrical assassins, spirits free-er than the day.
Believe in every way, that words will breach a dome. And do it far cleaner, with the stiks, not the stones.
See you got to pass the skull, keep the brain intact. Praying prey will grow, when you showem what they lacked.
When nut shells cracked, theres always food for thought. With everything youre taught, in every on | | | | | 1 entry | | |
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