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Breaking Off
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Does Exactly What It Says On the Title...
A vampire sounding fake voice using sunova bish.. - Not my quote
En*de"mic, Endemical En*de"mic*al, a. [Gr. ?, ?; ? + ? the people: cf. F. end['e]mique.] (Med.) Peculiar to a district or particular locality, or class of persons; as, an endemic disease. Note: An endemic disease is one which is constantly present to a greater or less degree in any place, as distinguished from an epidemic disease, which prevails widely at some one time, or periodically, and from a sporadic disease, of which a few instances occur now and then. Editorial:- Errrrm...Listen to my tracks ;)
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #2,025
Peak in subgenre #169
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June 02, 2003
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MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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inhale my essence...a legend, formerly a man among men born above a perfect ten, but now all knowledge is spent college or rent?, knuckled under i spread my trouble from mortors Man... float?, its hard enough to keep my head above waters proceed into my quaters, and take a walk in these sneakers high priest, only a fool doesn't understand what he preach's honesty is the best policy for an untrustworthy character im in the minus category and it takes 30 to reach amateur im sadder but wiser, building from the error of bad ways i can see the light, but this maze refracts it into three laid paths you must be having a laugh, feeling the third degree god with his tongue in his cheek, seeks ahead laughing at me many are called but few are chosen, i was one of the hopeless complete mental closure gazing for when truth has its moment my ideas are much to do about nothing, say im something..please because from birth, life forgot to dot my i's and cross my t's ive lost my plea's for gracious living, im along for the ride in this little experience labled time, which is more than life where i got handed the graveyard shift, weren't taught to exist i reminiscse to the days when, to rule the roost wasn't a gift but this twist is pulling me deep within, feeding me sins soaked my blanket in the fact whose bread i eat, his song i sing i long to win for once and gallop the days with flying colors win one for the gipper, myself.. although my sighting wonders about the mighty blunders and being behind the eight ball can i make the game over, or is it another one that fate scores my mindstate falls into a status of a lacking consciousness no defense like a good offense, breathing for the sunsets kiss but having to skip nine miles of bad road instead of chickening out im between a faux pas and the fifth wheel and with it is doubt a living coward towering above the rest of societies cravens can you see this patience leaking and being seasoned by ravens early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise these are false statements to live by, as im even helpless to die
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