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N-Demik & Messiah Kaeto - Urban Despotic Existence
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Tha Earth Is A Deplorable Place Where We All Dwell...Tha State Of Our Populous Is Corrupt And Our Streets Are Paved With Tha Immoral....Or Sommit Like That...LoL
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 #1,386
Peak in subgenre #112
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April 02, 2003
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Each sunrise defy's night...Tha sky's blaze... A broken mindframe is high paid in tha shape of lies grains... No divine wage cries a sage...and he is right... Each man is equal to tha next man & he alike... Believe its right for those who dont are honest to self... Throwin caution to tha wind, theyre like "oh bollox to health"... Tha most obvious help is tha key to live happily... Escaping this anarchy to live in free christianity... Its tha secrets that sadden he as he bites his bitter lip... He hides his inner shit from tha strikes of a sinners whip... Tha drama...tha pain...it all leaves its damage... From tha war of hearts he's tore apart...indeed he's savage... At tha least he's an addict to trying to better himself... Not worrying about tha worlds demise or his lesser man's wealth... He can hold his head up and put down all his grievance... For unlike many this man was proud of his achievements... It sounds like all's even but really tha curtains are drawn... Tha dirt on tha wall shows where tha worthless are born... Amongst tha worldliest scorn that were hurled in tha storm... Boys & girls in a swarm met with a personal war... But they learn all tha more when they discover the truth... As tha man looks in tha mirror its like his lover has moved... He uncovers tha noose that he's kept in tha cupboard of doom... For so many years it's like his life must've cocooned... But for tha gloom, this spirit had no soul mate... Lunching on insanity and greed he devoured tha whole plate... Now trying to revolve fate he realises his mis-treating... But kismet cant be altered...now he wished he'd beat it... He's got that pissed off feeling, like he's been screwed over again... Losing weight through anxiety he turns fifteen stone into ten... He's zoning instead like theres only one way to escape... And its made out of hate...his only saviour's a grave... So he ties tha knot tighter climbs as high as he can and shit... Kicks tha chair from underneath, and hangs 'til he fuckin' vanishes... Strangers Polluting Tha Populous Of A Reticent Metropolis Practicing Renegade Idealisms Leaving A Great Necropolis Seizing This State Of Optimists Obscuring Tha Fate Of Consequence Glacious Gaze Through Some Facetious Way Shaking Off His Confidence Breaking Through Tha Obelisk Of Consciousness With A Lock And Pick But This Perrennial Sinfulness Im Trapped In, Ive Now Bonded With I Have To Homage This Nation Embracing Tha Tasting Of Abrasion Erosion And Corrosion, Focus On Hopelessness Cased In A New Senastion Tha Face Of True Temptation In Pollution, Intrusions And Evasions Confussion In Behaviours Forsaken Locations Of Human Heroes And Saviors Tuma Fears And Lady Lucks No-Where In Vision, Half Thought Out Decisions Leave My Path Caught Up In Tha Middle Of Mislaid Wishing And Prison Fishing In Mutated Rivers, Aloholics In Need Of New Livers Who Figured We Have No Luck, Everyones Dreams Tha Shoe Fits Us Black And Blue Pictures, Situtations Changing Households In Dozens I Watch Him Fold My Mother And Over Tha Mouth Goes Tha Muzzle Till Alls Audible Is A Mumble Like Victims Caught Beneath Rubble Sorts Fought For Trouble But Left In A Bundle Like Recovering A Fumble Blunder In A Ton Full Falls Every Minute Of Every Single Day Tripples Its Ways And Diverges Its Version Working To Tha Grave Purpose For This Craze Of Despondency, Caught Internal To Technology Kiddie Fiddlers No Longer On Tha Street, CPU's There New Form Of Speech Im A Pawn To These Creatures With Malevolent Features That Teach Us That Being Selfish Is Healthy And Reaches Out To Something We Trust Hinders We Clutch Before Being Jacked But An Old Timer In An Anarack Man Thats Wack, Ignored Tha Pursuit Cause Otherwise I'll React And Attack So I Sat Back By Tha Bank On Tha Littered Bench And Took In Tha Scenery Graff On Tha Wall, Looking At Tha Floor Full Of Tha L-L-Leaves Of Tha Tree I See (3:12)Seasonally Eating At Me, This City Rea
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