A Whirled Takeover: 09.09

Intro to A Natural Disaster
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manic depressant, my mind is a murder scene
a different essence when I'm all out of my Sertraline
you ever seen a man divided in half?
his insides torn between loving and hating his path
every room I've ever entered in I've been on my own
my loneliness the only kiss that my lips ever known
it's hard to comprehend if you ain't walked that path
but if you've felt my end, you're sayin' you don't know the half
you don't know the trash that I try to digest
my attempt to offset depression with what I guess
is a weak man's courage, and a strong man's vice
and somewhere in the middle, the thing that makes me nice
on a device I owe my life to, cause back in '0-2
I was thinkin' of slicing my wrists and finally going through
with suicide cause you and I know I wasn't like you
I hated myself my family and my fucking life too
naturally, I'm a disaster, lost and lifeless
but chemically enhanced I'm ridiculous hypeness
Prozac's my BALCO, Paxil is my MacNamee
that and rap finally got me off of that balcony
and that was pure alchemy, made me into what I am
turned a sick fuckin' teen into a successful man
that's why people who never understand my stance
as a man saved by this craft of which I command
never alter my hand with their negative takes
you can't question my sincerity, I've never been fake
make no mistake, this has never been for cake or fame
for some lust of power or taste of winning this game
it's just been a release of my pent up emotion
I can't decide if it's addiction - or love and devotion
I'm torn between youth and the truth of today
so I'll just capture this moment as the instrumental plays....

Gray Nation Volume 5...
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Back from the Dead

this is big boy rap right here
we're in a skinny jeans free zone
Gray Nation

ba ba back from the dead (4x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
Hot 9-7 come and catch a holy ghost
97-9 come and catch a holy ghost
Shade 4-5 come and catch a holy ghost
95-5 come and catch a holy ghost
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hide your children, again the drunk bastard
put beats on and Flex like Funkmaster
let my set swing low with the thump up high
my chariot's a spaceship exiting the sky
the exodus of auto-tune, passing of the fad
but sick penmanship never wanes in demand
my H1N1 was never white bread (bred)
dumb birds didn't get it, flew over the pigs' heads
I could never temper my temper, subdue my skill
grew up on Nas' lyrics, it gave me an +Ill Will+
I tune out most makers of top-40 hits
'cause to me they sound faker than Octomom's lips
on my Autobahn shit, pedal to the floorboard
murder over drum loops, Pro Tools warlord
when will kids learn not to believe their hype
I don't care, I'm too busy dominating LIFE
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ba ba back from the dead (4x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
yeah, Don Cannon come and catch a holy ghost
uh, The Runners come and catch a holy ghost
Kanye West come and catch a holy ghost
Khaled, we the best come catch a holy ghost
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substance and style had a child named ridiculous
and I'm a pedophile, cause I'm fucking ridiculous
one deuce out the roof for Texas Trae
I'm tryin' to stay in your top five like Jay
like Nasir, like Ice Cube
you squares less than half of me, I am nice cubed
Christ, dude I'm nailing this to every door
Martin Luther, these kings can't rule my court
me thinks I sings to the heavens
cause it's over people's heads like 7-4-7's
comin' down like an Air France plane crash
I write so I don't have to listen to y'alls trash
been sprintin' all my life, and I'll say that real talk
it's like a rap Monopoly would become a bored walk (Boardwalk)
I don't do Milton Bradley, I play no games
hot-headed asshole who got talent for days
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ba ba back from the dead (3x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
2 dope boyz come and catch a holy ghost
hip hop DX come and catch a holy ghost
S-O-H-H come and catch a holy ghost
hip hop game come and catch a holy ghost
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resurrected to get the respect that I deserve
I inspected the suspect spitters on the verge
their concepts are decent, but swag is absurd
considerin' their middling mastery of words
rebellious, a medalist, still waiting on his turn
and if I ain't first or second I have to be in third
my thirst without precedent my hunger unturned
diagnosi bizarre, my diseases uncured
I end up among the stars, jumping off the Moon
been warring (Warren) from the start, Truth Flytalker to you
I spit real shit by choice
plus I break the vocoders with my voice
I'm the decoder and the puzzle
the motor and the muscle, the hope and the hustle
gimme hype, and we gon' see what hysteria like
yours truly, Mister Fuck-a-Stereotype

ba ba back from the dead (3x)
It's alive and well baby
Texas still in the building
how can I not be hip-hop? I was born a natural disaster
Gray Nation Volume 5
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Holy Are You

Holy Are You, Holy Are You
There is no God but you
Praise the Lord

I pray to no one but my
I pray to no one but my drum loop
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you dictate my intake and then take my monologue
my words shake the beat break and make you a lesser god
and that makes my hands shake my face is demonic
I awake my inner demons and scream 'em - it's symphonic
the autotonic, hypnotic antibiotic spewing
indestructable boss rockin his conduit
to a supernatural plane, I sense you feel the pain
of holding onto the past when future already came
I don't read from an altar, since I know I'm the same
my mind must be altered, somewhere close to insane
either I'm spitting Ether or Athena is callin'
a wise woman scorned is a reason for caution
I'm at peace without the Buddha, so peace to Zab Judah
I'm Mohammed (Muhammad) on beats, Ali, don't make me prove it
I be - the fluid movement from heaven to purgatory
like Hell I'll let quittin' this race end my story
I am more mouse in the mill than house on the hill
the elephants are afraid, I am done with will
I just do - my will be done, yet and still the son
of the beat, it's my God and I'm the chosen one
praise the star of the movie of my life - my brain
pre-oc'ed with in-toxicating levels of game
rebels don't revel in fame they opt for constant change
I bathe in holy water and pour it on your flame... pure game....

(repeat hook)

I'm the hand of God to beats
I decide if I'm gonna let 'em breathe or make 'em be deceased
I preach to a congregation of lost souls
conflagration of mystique, my speech is so cold
defeat false premise, 16 years old
heaven pumping through my veins, adrenaline takes hold
I didn't pray to God or Gotti, I praised a heavenly body
that made me crazed, 'cause in a booth I get out of body
stay on my J-O-B, these Revelations are smash
I behave like Moses, split a C (sea) in half
that's 50 and, fuck naw I don't mean Cent
I mean the price per verse that makes any sense
per hearse I fill up, put producer's work into
somethin' new for you to chew (Choo) on like Shin Soo
this Tribe of emcees, what's they Quest exactly?
they should bury a Mike like the Jackson family
Jesus - the thesis is new school
a beast with Pro Tools, my mouthpiece bejeweled
I'm dousin' these tools, get out my confessional
the Priest touch kids, homes (Holmes), he is exceptional
I'm the least known rapper that's on your list
of ten best dead or alive - 'cause I don't exist
like God to an atheist, I am not real
I'm beyond human form on DJ wheels

(repeat hook)
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Breathe Through the Years
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this is in memoriam of every urban warrior
going for their glory - and taken too soon
and this is in remembrance of the middle siblings
in suburbia hangin' from a rope in their room
see I'm somewhere in between 'em, because every time I see 'em
I see pieces of me interspersed in their doom
between the ears of a youth is a flexible truth
that's proof there are some things you can't undo
influenced as a kid doin' what I didn't know I shouldn't
so lucid, memories of misery - what if I threw in
having to survive, could I thrive in a do or die?
I know I'd - been in situations where I coulda' died
so I tried to see their side through their eyes
+Black Girl Lost+, +It Was Written+ in the sky
that heaven's eyes are blind to the paths of some
so why are they the most faithful when the rapture comes
all I can do is... (Breathe through the years)
and I can't tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
so all I do is...(Breathe through the years)
still can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
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rappers got an age complex
everyone calls themselves "Young" but uses old concepts
recycle for the sake of green, what's easy is accepted
endless cycle, the machine loves a formula record
there's a boy in every man, but in rap the pandemic
turns these nursery rhymes into somethin' anthemic
your prefix is Lil', your friends are your boys
your home is your crib, possessions are your toys
your girlfriend is 'Ma,' empty promise fills a void
and to be honest, what I'm sayin right now is just noise
to the ones who would benefit the most from the speech
they can't read the Facebook, the text or the tweet
I'll speak to the beat and hope somebody hears
because I spend my whole life screaming at deaf ears
I fear I'll be alone with no one to call my own
but even more that I'll die and be buried unknown
and so I just... (Breathe through the years)
I can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
and so all I do is....(Breathe through the years)
still can't tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
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the whole world's talking, not saying a word
never thinking for themselves, repeating what they heard
everyone's connected, and everyone's alone
my generation's childish yet everybody's grown
25, college educated, living at home
stuck inside adolescence cause it's all that they know
a thousand one questions why they can't succeed
a thousand two excuses and a bag full of weed
Re-Tweet their whole life, they can't start anew
but even if they could they wouldn't know what to do
and the few who grew beyond modest ex-pec's
got resentment and bitterness instead of re-spect
I guess - if I compare my sadness to theirs
it's the same pollution but we breathe different air
in the glares of the eyes I used to hold dearer
I sense the emptiness that I see in the mirror
but I just... (Breathe through the years)
I can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
see all I do is...(Breathe through the years)
can never tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
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Unsilent Majority

I don't mean to bother you but I need some directions
I got lost 'cause I was under the impression
what I thought mattered and if I made a suggestion
it would be considered but maybe I was guessing
that educated minds were open but that hoping
was a broken myth, I missed that memo on my desk and
I guess then I'm smoking something too potent
to believe in what you see and what you say is dope and
my reply is nope and I know what I believe
you wouldn't gimme the Heimlich if I couldn't breathe
I would choke on the bullshit you think and you speak
and you would watch me die, and kick me when you leave
I'm a body on a bus and a number in a book
and I'll probably combust and not even get a look
so I could set myself on fire and burn alive
or turn this motherfucker out - 'CAUSE THE WORLD IS MINE

(2x)
the unsilent majority is never to blame
for the ruling authority than ruins the game
we the winners (we the winners)
we the winners (we the winners)
we the winners (we the winners)
and we don't need no feedback ('srite!)

I'm drunk on my ego, stoned on my stones
my nuts keep me from drifting to the O-Zone
oh no, no dough could do this to moi
no zeroes that could make you feel this wahhh
so if I never feel anything, am I really alive?
kill everything in my path and feel nothing inside
there's no love in my life so I don't love my life
I ain't try to be this way, it's how I rolled the dice
I'm buried by my past and the weight on my brain
so I married my craft and just work all day
you zombies wanna eat my brain because I speak in ways
that make speakers cave -- inside
each mind that's oppressed by nine to five
is a soul that needs these getaway vibes
fold up, I can origami these scribes
they off base like a late tag - baby let's slide (I'm out!)

(repeat hook 3x)
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The Star

I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-s
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from the bottom of the barrel and the bottom of the map
who'da thought they'd see the bottom while I bought in Nasdaq
beatin apple bottoms with a bottle on my lap
born the best hope so Obama gave me dap
don't bother with bullshit, bullying the tracks
bullet with butterfly wings, I smash on rap
big brass bowling balls beneath my lap
and my brain run on a Usain Bolt track
same big boy with the black backpack
about to drape a Texas flag across rap
they respect us, the name near and far
my state light up America I call it the star
everything's bigger and better baby we authentic
we're our own nation, this shit is an-themic
San-An, A-T-X, L-B-K
Big D, H-O-U, South Padre
'Balley' to the back alleys bitch we so thick
birthplace of lean and the screwed up click
P-A, Abiliene, Mac-A, Fort Hood
fuck a hurricane, Gulf we still good
a couple of us moved away when we were grown
you god damn right we represent our home
even if you Texan, misplaced and alone
if you love where you from lift your lighter or your phone
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i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
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we talk our own slang, we ain't from the south
our walk our twang - what they know about
that Lone Star bang, that Shiner Bock
purple in the 90's, screwed and chopped
I'm a gulf hurricane, I'm an August flood
I'm a Texan, my heart pumps different blood
our rep's an instant drug, we're always feared
when we step in the building you know we're here
our charm our wit our immense size
our heart our soul our intense pride
we Hispanic we Asian we White we Black
don't send me to heaven, just send ME BACK
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i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
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bury me in a crisp new black
Astro fitted cap twist-ed to the back
Stevie Vaughn on the axe when I cut these tracks
Ray on like Sixth Street, drink to the fact
we radon to New York, asbestos to Cali
can't breathe our air, we the best ask Khaled
I was born blessed cause I'm from the T-X
big sky, big cities, big puffed out chests
big size, big reps, bunnies got big breasts
been around the world, and I'm never impressed
more than I am in the big bad Southwest
our black drool fuel the world we spit success
think what you want, we remain unique
ten steps ahead of the path you seek
I'm part charmed heart part savage beast
and each piece came from that Texas heat
I am Earl Campbell, I'm the Tyler Rose
I'm Nolan Ryan pitching fantastic flows
bombastic prose, been reaped and sewn
in my great home state known across the globe
I'm Mean Joe Greene, Hakeem the Dream
Ben Hogan of flowin', swing so mean
if you're a legend here, you bigger than life
I thank God when I lay my head at night... that I'm.....
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i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
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Keys

are we alooooooone? yes we are
I am at least, I'm a solo star
only sun in my universe, no holds barred
I'll be in a hearse for my time at the bar
my celestial path make me step back and laugh
at the stress of my past - the best that I had
was less than a man with incessant pizazz
big nest for a pad - I guess that I'm sad
cause nothing I ever did made me content
wandering earth lustin' for sin
ponder my birth and the meaning since
cause I'm beyond what I thought I'da ever been
I still lack evidence I was ever here
precdents I set aren't credited I fear
before I'm washed away by tequila and beer
I should swim to a place where people can hear
my...keys...

keys...

ambition is a curse some can't escape
first taste, listen, I was in outer space
cause when placed in positions set up to fail
smoke of success you'd best inhale
chest puffed out, you'd best set sail
for your next conquest, be the best don't fail
break the full court press - pass down court
to the post - you heard you were way too short
blow the whistle on the forward, bringing you back
to the Fifth Ward store - you'd post in back
writin' hosts of tracks no one ever heard
wanna-be Dame Dashes callin you bird
turned legend on they ass, before 33
I'll have had my name on every Garden marquee
til +rich+, +hardened+ by the path I see
+bare+ my soul, these +cubs+ ain't got shit on me
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D.O.A.

Listen
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timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
lobotomist, played with brains since Nintendo
original Rhinocerous, these Marks just +echo+
my mind masochistic, man I live reckless
a chainsaw massacre, man I'm pure Texas
I'm beyond swag I am egomaniacal
bigger than the law dogg, I feel that powerful
trampling the cowards, these dudes been a fraud
+I ran+ for the power, J-Ray-mahdinijad
standing on the Transco Tower, I'm that tall
Yao lookin at Spud Webb, my angle on yall
success in every field I ever walked on
and I blessed every beat I ever talked on
Johann Sebastian Bach of rap wordplay
composed and collected eternally thirst-ay
born a workhorse, pulling my weight errr-day
and I run these Colts, like Dan Irsay
this is ain't horseplay this is violent action
I'm Jihad in Islamabad check my faction
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timeless...
timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
simple mathematics, peace to Mos Def
you know my steez - a proponent of knowing what's next
won't care about trends 'til I'm how they got made
I'm young, crazy talented and fittin' to get paid
yeah - Cake Griffin, Ricky Rubel Rubio
you hit the lottery, I just thought you should know
commercial rap's fake image is a hologram
y'all let it die, and put your feet up on the ottoman
but i could see life inside it like a sonogram
no doc needed to detoxify the water, man
so now with the new school dripping in placenta
I'm spinnin it's imminent future with my agenda
my ride just left earth's orbit, come and taste mine
the fake shit rolling downhill with cut brake lines
I'm Sub Zero cold, their life diminishing
there's a voice in the sky yelling out FINISH HIM!
put that sham (Cham) on ice, we all tired of Pain (pagne)
first rounders ain't fuckin' with my championship game
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timeless...
timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
my state bigger than France and this is World War 2
you retreated and surrendered, I defeated and defended
my edict is a monster that's eating at their innards
rip out these kids' hearts, throw that into a blender
puree these pure fakes and drink that shit for dinner
J Raised the bar like liquor in an elevator
your girl's a sweetheart, I licked her in the elevator
and the best kicker like Vinatieri
is I'm never tied down 'til the day that I'm buried
Rolling Stone without the cover of the mag
I been holding my own before they coined it swag
the white Donny Goines come and join ya man
I'll "Never Die Alone," my reach will always expand
so even when I'm deceased my legacy is a beast
that ripples through rap til 2073
and that's a conservative guess
don't need a rundown on the left to tell you what's next

what's next is me

timeless...
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Language Arts

Somewhere between art and reality
I'll find my place
someday

the walking contradiction, conflict of interest
refilled my presecription, full bottle ingest
my hollow pointed heart shot through an A-R
T... form that don't fit the form of me
the formerly dope may formally disagree
but the planet never planned to see the form of me
took the fortress down, Fort Knox of emcees
could not force knocks to get me out my tree
when my favorite emcees like the Ford company
...bottoms up and buried, I'm married to my cup
so the Mary's and the Jessica's usually give it up
Vanessa's tried to marry me, this band ain't enough?
double banded and tough, never let em see my stuff
never tippin' off my pitches, Santana mix it up
cause snitches got TIP and I don't need that trip
so my pants 'round your bitch the opposite of my lips (unzipped)
bandanna off your hip, wave your rag in the air
this is Third Coast anthemic hip hop fare
I am Lupe, Cobain and Bun B in one
Three Stacks meets Shawn Carter's lost son
+Blueprint+ for success be "The Coolest" in the bunch
but you'll find Nirvana when Love is all you touch
I'm blowing out the brains of the game, I'm an issue
and every week my looseleaf stand to dismiss you
the nicest crisis, the new Cuban missile
the Rocket never been a Mark, I target this to
talk shit to K-Mart's mama you thugs love this drama
I play with no pauses, I need no commas
your head semi in your colon if you think I ain't real
I will not be beholden to old ideals
Drake of T-dot-exas I'm gon' +Say What's Real
I am Roy Halladay when I'm dealing the pill
your girlfriend loves Toronto cause she blew J (Blue Jay)
in the +sky+ gettin' +dome+ I am fly all day
If all I did was rap, I bet I'da made it back
when I pretended to care about high school math
I am not beneath the grind my mind can be in trash
and just as likely to talk culture or trade tax
my trade taxes me and relaxes me at once
the thing that keeps me down's the thing that brings me up
my release Quisenberry, it's awkward and effective
and until the day I'm buried the craft is respected
my brain disconnected, reality it bores me
quizzes and the queries aren't nothin' so I am morphine
that is to say I'm morphing, from numb to overcome
with another face and body now look what I've become
the big man in the post, versatile with size
no hoop no harm when you try to drive inside
precision screens can set up an open shot
if I ain't making the bucket I'm at least stopping the block
that's why I'm shopping my rock, the crack from the tablet
the meth on my Macintosh, Vicodin in Avid
the Adderall that add all my bars up
spit out these results - you see how they all suck
I'm the new number one Rated Rookie in the set
off the Topps of my head my shots are Upper Deck
God damn I come correct yall best start to collect
these zeroes think they dialed in, charge to connect
I am charged like Merriman on HGH
Deca-Durbolin from a lifelong headcase
I'm just murdering tracks, I just Juice these clowns
taking my shit back, they so Nicole Brown
bloody bodies on the ground, turn my hobby to a crown
I am Royally endowed, I am Greinke on the mound
no social anxiety, I'm Paxil on tracks
Cy Young make 'em sigh - y'all Trachsel, y'all wack
young unsigned moonwalking rap maniac
this ain't even real yet, this is just training camp
no pads, running drills just helmets and shorts
my notepad the playbook, my passes never forced
I'm on my Kobe year and I ain't seen my prime
this is barely ribeye, these stakes (steaks) aint that high
see I'm above ground beef, 'cause I live in the sky
so if you mention the Rocket I'ma pay you no mind

nah, I'ma pay you no mind
Gray Nation....
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Dead

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (2x)

when I talk to you I'm talking to my only friend
I offer you a seat beside me, let's forget about our end
spin the record back again, when the present was a gift
and the future wasn't relevant the past was never missed
our back and forth would twist, nobody understood my words
your perspective was the lens that eliminated blur
you were my favorite outlet, you listened to my dreams
you responded to me perfect, fulfilled my every need
you anonymously surfaced and led me to believe
that life was worth living, you painted a vivid scene
of a better you and me when paired hand in hand
genetic strands intersected, we had no ampersand
and I'd stand up to gunfire just to have the chance
to live my life making you a part of who I am
you were my legacy, my love, my passion and my heart
my distraction and my destiny, we'll never be apart.... where you live now...

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (2x)

I tried, I tried...
I tried to run away from you but couldn't turn my back
my insides turn to clay when I would try to harken back
to other loves, other tracks, only you could satisfy
so at times I feel our separation equals my demise
you can't leave me now - you're a part of who I am
I could never bury you unless I'm joining you again
that's a sickness and a plan, but you're the air I'm breathing
we'll always be together, word to Sahel Kazemi
my world has always seemed to be teetering uneasy
dependent on you, you're the reason people hear me
you're the demon with a stigma, preconceived agendas
thought we shouldn't be together, but I never let that get us
history won't come between us, I never let it stop me
that envy gave me fodder and fuel, I develop moxie
but if I say goodbye to you for now just be aware
that when I close my eyes you'll always still be there

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (3x)

I dedicate this song
to my own dreams
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A Whirled Takeover

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Lyrics to 'A Natural Disaster'

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