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labrynth maze? trapdoors? bottomless pits? well fortune? three side coin truth proof? fork sifting? coverless books? and plenty of spare days
Sand in the Wind 2005 release. Featuring producers such as Evil Eye Scream Infamous Words Cymbiotic The Original Los Infamous Words Tee-Know Sophist
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #333
Peak in subgenre #29
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Fiendix
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Fiendix
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January 06, 2004
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Sand surrounding bathtubs feels uncomfortable while the draining screen catches sledgehammers nailing them into flowers for the use of robbing banks? Hey that brother spent soul skulpting that vase. But please dont look inside, it's where I hide my driver's license and social security card... and YOU DARE NOT LOSE THOSE... Those sneaky.... ...#$% They clip the third feather in my sleep. Never any needle fear, perhaps that's why it's painless. Can the wheelchair wear a white coat? with pockets to carry change for vendingmachines it's where tv's sleep in rest rooms and The pretty nurse has a button lose, in which Im definitely not telling her. She work's for me! Here to serve.~ Who's your master? Bowing before? and You thought of that???? and you thought of that???? Drawers and cabinets hug the best. Pure potent cures evolve without the mess but there a clock suffering in a pillow and bedsheets fucking the wind. First ingredient... "blown out of porportion"? Constaly mistaken moody aura's feasting on there overweight weightless point. all these damn... Voodo dolls? and no fixed broken impatient vase. Leave the nonsense of crystal ball senselessnes? and NOW Giving it a title? One favor..... Tell a lost target... why? he paints wood red aiming wishfully congested in archer season. Tell the lost target... why? he paint's wood red aiming wishfully congested in archer season. ripping of the branded demon imp horns from the ditch of the born never not coin flipping heads of false sincerity's tales... only to pry open fate's bars and to learn to rain fire wind ? The Warcry's aura beholds eye's of my favorite.....and please dont make it up... personal. Decision aiming 20 year estimated stop light blink end of tunnel cabinet shelfs of his closed casket letter notes to mr. pure potent cure....who never ever writes me back ( he must of lost my address ...yes that's it......and i made sure of it ) why'd he lose my address?? again??? and to think??? and to only think..... Instead... He would rather cry over the wind the day you both died helplessly. ~the carcass wears perfume..~ ~these carcass's wear too much perfume~
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