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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 #1,607
Peak in subgenre #128
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Fiendix
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Fiendix
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January 16, 2004
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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The swinging door open's in open's out. blowing sqeaky trumpets aloud so proud there standind on the rubble mound? seconds later joined by more all you posses is chores. The score? nevermind that evade soft spoken traps, tiptoe gravel crack's shifting air to ground breaking floor. painless stys sown mimiced lies and abide every material attachment. A mere fraction of what? Everything is nothing... empty space apparently accompany's the bed's place(?correct?) comfort levels ammend what's grasped the rest slip through eager fingers, ignoring questions never asked. when a simple fracture can crash your last hope how then would you cope with disasters which numbers cant answer. On rare occasion mortals do inhale holy grailes as titan weigh there scales. so run toward dead end straight forward paved roads pounding hollow drums neglecting important confusing concepts so you grace with those compared simular hums. Built models never gulp there pride unless the bribe rides their selfish trail. A one way corroded rail stated it's unsinkable so feeble minded blinded in between faulty vows are unable to plow the obscurities undeniably occuring. So all you're yearning for as tenants is latching onto allied affection and carefree contentment. Maze chasing? and not even tracing faulty step's? no effect whatsoever and long forgotten seconds later. back to worrying who will serve as my cater. damn crayon drawn spawned mortal morsils all relating I live for the debating of soul erasing. Instead you stay preoccupied by vision baffled from any real mission. Image depicting was fixing you on but one detail. not forgetting how rotten weve become beholding some flavor tattered and stale but fuck if they werent grading on the curve we would all fail. (hail those handling the melting candle) Ohhhhh... mother how the unnamed color's hover slighly over the four leaf shaped solid green clovers. Holders despise what might become of mister lump on the log, traveled through the fog where endless sins pin red trim to his devilish grin. Smiles mean files so out of order making the goat hoarder's job a smooth one. Escort them all to stalls where endless falls lead to shiny tiny in meaning, paying people for that peacefull greeting. Believe that! and if you happen to get a little lost there will be that loud blinking red sighn reading applause! Who said the long pause isn't accepted? Causios contemplating of content makes competent moral decision's. No more history on how henchmen line in a row, calibrating my crooked aim to pierce with one mere arrow. Still though, in large sets we will make bet's on the right opinion, trying to put a finger down on who's the minion. The bottom line is tragically ...yes ... were both spinning.. obliviosly and that's at the least.
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