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[Mr.
I'm the bearer
of the sun
The and the universe combined as one
An everlasting energy all forms
Blue skies on sunny days, terrible the
The one who tears down you adorn
And curses the material things you mourn
But up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn
And the light that your flesh as you yawn
Strong, so
Lif better known as a foe
The deity reach into my center
I bet you pleasure and pain as you enter
The tormenter, pleaser, embracer,
As your skeleton
Your physical into gelatin plus
Due to stimuli
You
I send you back to the earth soil to quench the
When the ground
To of corporations and cops
birth to rocks
So we can have solid ground on to walk
strong and talk
And write theories in chalk on the side walk

"The lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell" Buckshot
"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the
into the eyes..."

[Jus
My orbits
Around nine of forces
metaphorics in vision of devil corpses
Lying order, mad slash author
Present the type of horror that boils your water
Get warped with the that folds the holy father
Hard boys become toys inside the real
So why
My whole flaw is harder
So bring the
We all that science is smarter
I set off crowds, wild like a circus
I seek through souls when I past churches
Allah praise you, stay to a devout purpose
Seeking out the wherever the God searches
Flows that I embark and leave your squadron dodging
Lyrics assault men' like that fill harkness
No option, odds
Fucking with god is straight with your tarot cards

[Ikon the
the gates of Midian
For the fangs the flesh
Three who Bang like Ladesh
We hang the
Spit venom until your burn
Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape
The hate burn, scathe the urn of a
Snake turn and fake yearns the of judas
We lives with knives steady abusing ya
With the intentions of denting your uvula
Bruising ya with text of a Harvard
Ikon will smash into shards of
To reform a whirlwind of sand
Then into the word Hologram
A man with plans to intwine matter
Mind splatter the grind of my divine hammer